I remember my high school prom. I had an awful hired tux, bad hair, and no date. The food was good though. I was nominated for most original dress sense, but I lost to my friend Ruth. Bitch.
The sucky thing about proms is if that you don't get another go (unless you're Lily, who's had about 23). However, they don't tell you this beforehand. They also don't tell you that it has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on anything you do for the rest of your life. If I'd known that I would have painted my nails black and worn my New Found Glory shirt.
In other news, I am currently job hunting. This time round, I have the added bonus of having some income while I'm searching. I figure I need something full time before the end of the month, otherwise I won't be able to go to Chicago this summer. Warped Tour is looking doubtful at the moment. I might plan another flight from Chicago to one of the dates in August.
I'm not sure why I'm still writing when I have a multi-pack of Fruit Pastilles downstairs.
Peace
xxo
Currently watching - Howl's Moving Castle
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