Sunday, March 21, 2004

Hachee machee!
Wow,some free time, so you all get to hear a couple things. Wow! That's right, two "Wow"'s in the same paragraph. Wow, what a day!

Okay, I'll stop now.

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Woe is me.

So prom is coming up. It seems to beall that everyone in my school is talking about. I'm getting a might bit tired of it.

Not that I can't get a date, mind you. I can get a date if I wanted to. *chest swells*

... or not, heh. However, aside from my inability to get girls to talk to me,and my hatred for dances, there's not really anyone I would want to go with. If I'd go, I'd want to have fun, but any girl I know would be swept up in the [Tone=sarcastic]magicalness[/tone] of the eveneing and be... well... boring.

If I were to go, I'd want to go with somebody who won't conform to this kind of thing. Somebody who would sit in the corner with me and help me make fun of all the other couples there. Someone who would compliment me on my nice pink suit all night.

It wouldn't be so bad if the school wasn't shoving it down my throat. Posters everywhere. "Join the prom comitee, or we will kick your teeth in!" Friday, I got a letter that basically said, "You better show up to post prom. If you don't, we'll call your parents." Grr.

I understand why they do that one, though. To keep any... "promiscuity" from happening after prom. But it didn't specify that all who go to prom had to go, it said everybody. I guess they forgot about the guys who couldn't get a date. didn't want to go.

Anyone else feel visiting Egypt? (Har har. *rolls eyes*
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Acts of self defense.

So, I got kidnapped. Or at least, they tried to kidnap me. By they, I mean Sam, Matt, and Vaughn. They pulled up, invited me over for some games, and I accepted. About a mile from my house, I find a pillowcase over my head. I mutter a very sarcastic "Surprise surprise."

Vaughn, Matt, and Sam all tried to subdue me. They failed horribly. For some reason, none of them could restrain me. They even tried duct tape. There is now half a roll of wasted duct tape on the floor of Matt's van.

After about five minutes of trying to duct tape me, they gave up, and we went to play video games.

It was nice. First time I've seen Vaugn since he moved to New York.
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