My boyfriend and I at prom 2012. <3
(I wish I would have taken off my heals, pulled my shoulders back, and made him go get his jacket with the boutonniere. But no. And I wish that the lady would have realized that his tie is crooked.)
I really hate some bitches.
There’s this one that just doesn’t know when to quit.
NO, you can’t hang out with him. NO, stop taking fucking stalker pictures of him.
STAY. AWAY.
So I just had a bunch of cute pictures of us at the top of his facebook page from prom and other things, and just seconds ago I go to his page and she just tagged him in enough pictures to get rid of all of mine on the page. Guess what’s worse. Not only are they creepy because she was taking pictures of him from across the room while we were at prom while he wasn’t paying attention, but they are also all very obvious that they were all taken right as soon as I would be out of the shot. I was sitting right next to him (being both his date and the person that hates loathes her beyond all reason) and right as soon as I would look in a different direction than at him or forward or lean over to say something to my friend that was on my other side, THAT’S when she would take the picture. I’m actually a blur in a couple of them, still turning.
I want to go to school tomorrow and stab a bitch. Either that or maybe just blow up on her tomorrow at lunch if I find a good chance.
Why not? I’ll tell you why not. There is no why not. So I will. I will indeed.
Je la deteste.
Prom happened yesterday.
It’s weird, I don’t feel like it actually happened. Possibly because there wasn’t a stage and nobody was crowned and it felt so short.
So I got up yesterday around 9 and took a shower. Then around 10:45 or so I went and picked up my corsage and Alex’s boutonniere, and we headed over to his house to drop it off. He was gone at his drum lesson so I had to wake up his sleeping friend in the basement by tapping on the window. It was funny because he was still half asleep so when he opened the door and I was just standing there smiling while holding the boutonniere in a box, he said “I don’t want any!” sounding like a grumpy old man and closed the door. Then I think he realized what was happening and reopened the door so that I could give him the box and then I was on my way.
My friend came over to do my hair around noon and it took us about 1.5 hours to do it. As I said before, my camera sucks when it comes to taking pictures of hair, so I can try to upload a picture for you all to see, but I promise you it looked LOADS better in person compared to the pictures on my camera.
One of my friends came over around 3:50 and we left to go to our friend’s house where we’d all be getting into our dresses and doing make up and finishing touches and pictures and get into the limo for departure.
Remember that playlist I kept mentioning for about two months? Yeah, the guys in the limo were all being large anuses and complained so much during the first two songs that we were forced to change to their “hipster metal” shit. I was completely miserable because I was seated in the back next to a couple that kept kissing, my best friend was all the way in the other end, and my playlist had been rejected. Promptly, when I found my boyfriend after we got there, I cried a little for a few seconds and then I was back in the prom mood and tried my best to forget.
Prom was cool. We ate for 1.5 hours, danced, took a lot of pictures, had a lot of laughs, created a usual mob of people on the dance floor with a very naughty center…and before we knew it, it was over. No prom queen and king, which is still beyond stupid, but whatever.
Limo ride back was pretty fun, as we listened to all the best songs I had on the playlist, and everyone actually loved it. Well…the 6 out of 12 that were still awake.
It was a good day, but still hardly feels like it happened. :)
I found out why they booted Prom King and Queen starting this year for our school.
So nobody would “feel bad” for not winning another popularity contest.
BOO FUCKING HOO.
You can’t break tradition for lame people that can’t accept other people’s fortune. Come on!!
Silly drama? It’s called being seniors in high school! Live up that silly drama while it’s still kind of acceptable!!
So many bitches…
Prom was amazing.
Now I’m going to upload a few pictures to facebook while eating nutella on nilla wafers and drinking water, and then go to bed.
Oh yeah, and I can’t hang with my boyfriend tomorrow (and if i can not for very long) because I have that damn NAM prep session. I’m excited for the pageant, but I kind of wish i could go next sunday or something. :P
