AAAH, today was great. I had been feeling kinda down, but right now I'm just so happy! Today was the last dance of the year. It's not prom, but everyone dresses up for it, and it's fancier than normal dances. And funner.
I'm not even going to try to sum it all up. Alice was there for the first half hour, but she was acting apathetic, and she was impossible to cheer up, which made me kinda sad. (( sweatdrop I'm not blaming you, I know it sounds that way. I don't blame you for anything, it just made me sad that you were so impossibly sad. ))
After that Me, Micha, and Susie got our pictures taken. We went inside and sat down to eat. Micha then dragged me to the dance floor, me kicking the whole way screaming "BUT I DON'T DANCE. AT ALL." but then I got into things and started dancing and having a good time. I danced for most of the time, until I felt like my body temperature was over 100 degrees, and at that point I sat down outside to cool off. There, Me, Susie, Nicole, and Marc started going insane. I started grieving over my "lost lover Fred" (a cloud that I was talking to a few days ago), Nicole comforted me, and we both grieved over the loss of "kiwi" (kudos to anyone who knows what I'm talking about) and Susie started singing the sound of music in her best horrible voice, and Marc just kinda stared.
We went back inside, played a few rounds of Texas Hold 'em (the theme of the dance was Los Vegas) and then a guy asked me to dance. He hangs around with us sometimes, so I knew him, but not well, and I certainly didn't like him. I thought he just meant like how we had been dancing all night, but then I realized he wanted to slow dance. At that point I just kinda stared at him, probably turning some sort of red color if I wasn't already red from so much dancing, and awkwardly refused. I feel kinda bad about it. He seemed pretty determined to dance, as he asked me more than once. I don't know if he actually likes me, but at the time that's what it seemed like, and that just wouldn't feel right. I have no problem "slow dancing" with my friends, because we don't mean anything behind it, but.... he kept asking until the end of the last song, when I darted out of the room to meet my parents in front, and on my way to claim my purse from the coat check I ran into one of my friends who (thank god) hadn't been hanging out with me that night.
Mariana came up, and apparently created some sort of a melodrama for herself that night. She said she was crying because she saw this girl dancing with the guy she likes (who she doesn't have a chance with anyways). She had been "staring right at her" while she was dancing with him. I just told her to tell me about it some other time. It was selfish, but I didn't want to let something like that ruin the end of the night.
I'm not even going to try to sum it all up. Alice was there for the first half hour, but she was acting apathetic, and she was impossible to cheer up, which made me kinda sad. (( sweatdrop I'm not blaming you, I know it sounds that way. I don't blame you for anything, it just made me sad that you were so impossibly sad. ))
After that Me, Micha, and Susie got our pictures taken. We went inside and sat down to eat. Micha then dragged me to the dance floor, me kicking the whole way screaming "BUT I DON'T DANCE. AT ALL." but then I got into things and started dancing and having a good time. I danced for most of the time, until I felt like my body temperature was over 100 degrees, and at that point I sat down outside to cool off. There, Me, Susie, Nicole, and Marc started going insane. I started grieving over my "lost lover Fred" (a cloud that I was talking to a few days ago), Nicole comforted me, and we both grieved over the loss of "kiwi" (kudos to anyone who knows what I'm talking about) and Susie started singing the sound of music in her best horrible voice, and Marc just kinda stared.
We went back inside, played a few rounds of Texas Hold 'em (the theme of the dance was Los Vegas) and then a guy asked me to dance. He hangs around with us sometimes, so I knew him, but not well, and I certainly didn't like him. I thought he just meant like how we had been dancing all night, but then I realized he wanted to slow dance. At that point I just kinda stared at him, probably turning some sort of red color if I wasn't already red from so much dancing, and awkwardly refused. I feel kinda bad about it. He seemed pretty determined to dance, as he asked me more than once. I don't know if he actually likes me, but at the time that's what it seemed like, and that just wouldn't feel right. I have no problem "slow dancing" with my friends, because we don't mean anything behind it, but.... he kept asking until the end of the last song, when I darted out of the room to meet my parents in front, and on my way to claim my purse from the coat check I ran into one of my friends who (thank god) hadn't been hanging out with me that night.
Mariana came up, and apparently created some sort of a melodrama for herself that night. She said she was crying because she saw this girl dancing with the guy she likes (who she doesn't have a chance with anyways). She had been "staring right at her" while she was dancing with him. I just told her to tell me about it some other time. It was selfish, but I didn't want to let something like that ruin the end of the night.
