Graduation

As we go on, from whatever
We will still be friends forever.

A Simple Title: Prom

So, here we are again, staring at the end of what we made and who we are.

We built it up.
Excitement.
Frustration.
Anticipation.
Patience.

And it finally came. Prom, 2009.

I want to rant my day out to you.

It started hectic in the middle of Flushing, in the hot summer rain. My hair was hard as plastic from all the hair spray, and my feet were wet from failing to jump over puddles of rain. My head was heavy. The hairspray was heavier than I thought.

I was running an hour late (I really had nothing to do with this). I was dropped off at my house, and I rushed to get my dress together, while thinking about make-up, nails, and packing for the after-prom. I picked up my date an hour later than I had promised him. Yeah... It didn't start so great.



It got better though. After all the picture taking and even more picture taking, we got into our limo. I've never been inside a limo before! I gotta say, it's smaller than it looks. All 24 of us were cramped hip to hip, face to face, dress to tux and tux to dress.



Sooner or later, we finally got there. Apparently, we were all waiting for the whole school to get there. They herded us to a cocktail area, where we took even more pictures, and drank fruity little drinks, and ate cheese and crackers. We watched two couples get into a fight. Cups were thrown and chairs were grabbed. A girl burst into tears and the guy opened up his arms and shrugged his shoulders, clueless as what to do. It was funny.



At last, they opened up the doors and we were allowed into the main area. Actually, it looked like any other sweet-16 I have been to. Perhaps smaller. It didn't bother me though. It was prom!

The dance floor was a bit too small and could not fit all of us. I just waited around until it became darker and the songs got better. Well, the songs didn't get better. The DJ sucked.

I love that kind of mood. Music blasting and people dancing. People dancing as if nobody is looking at them, dancing as if they are the only ones around. It's amazing. It's fun. I guess I danced. Mostly with my date/boyfriend. In the past, in sweet-16s, I always danced with other girls because... well, I didn't know any guys. Dancing with a guy was different. And fun :)



The food was not worth $80, but I can't argue. I think the desserts were the best part of the dinner. Which is pretty sad, but oh wells. I guess they like making desserts more than main meals.

By the end, my feet hurt. My ears were ringing. I was tired but I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to stop.

Prom '09 was amazing. I want to bring it back.




So I'll leave before I fall apart right back into your arms.

Nevermind, high school isn't over yet.

I have a project due Monday. I wonder what would happen if I didn't turn it in. Hmm...

I also have a test on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.
And Prom the following Monday.
After-prom that Tuesday.
And a Physics Regents on the Wednesday after the after-prom.

I'm going to pull an all-nigher tonight. For a project that's due after the last day of school.



I love this picture. Because of my cowboy friend of course. P.S. I'm not in the picture.

I am afraid of Roller coasters

I really am.

And I'm going to Six Flags Great Adventure tomorrow. For the first time in my life. And I already know several people who are going to drag me onto a roller coaster, whether I like it or not.

I'm excited, I guess? But I'm so scared!

What if I choke? Pass out? Throw up? Stop breathing because I realize the roller coaster is really, really high?

I remember the first time I rode the Jurassic Park ride at Universal Studios. It wasn't even that big. The drop was 50 feet. By the time the ride ended, I was crying because it was so scary and heart dropping. I hate that feeling.

I guess my worst fear is that I won't be able to stand it and start crying. That would be horrible.
And judging from the one all my friends are going to force me to go on, I think I'll probably start crying on the first drop. On the first one-fourth of the drop, to be precise.

Please don't let me die tomorrow.