tripping over wires.

so i don't have anything else to blog about, so i have to talk about prom. my apologies.

my sister did my hair and make up.
promenade was long, hot, and boring. and smiling hurts.
panera bread was good. very good.
the dance. the scenery was amazing. mr. fure is an unbelievable artist.
i hate that everyone grinded to every song. what the hell kind of dancing did we do before the grind? whatever it was, i'd like it back.
it was nice to see everyone all dressed up, i suppose. although i saw some disturbing dresses and tuxes. i hate people who show 90% of their skin, although they claim they're wearing clothes.
i hate taking pictures.
abbie's house was something. we watched one of my top 30 movies, fast times at ridgemont high, and catch me if you can. but no one stuck around to watch that one. her hot tub was nice and warm. thank the lord it wasn't too crowded. i fell asleep at 6 am? i don't even know why. and i woke up at 10.
there's a grocery store in geneva that has a restaurant in it. it's good, good breakfast.
i have a new favorite cartoon, the misadventures of flapjack. what a fucked up show. but it's awesome. excuse the language.
after that, i just went home. i'm tired of doing stuff. it's nice to just sit around by myself.
that's all i got. prom really wasn't a big deal. i don't get the mass appeal.