prommity-prom
May. 16th, 2004 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassI don't feel like doing a serious update, but I never seem to want to write them these days. I'm just so incredibly scattered.
Prom was ok. I'm glad I went. I think the "gladness" ratio outweighed the "regret if I hadn't." You know?
I personally thought the DJ was awful and the music was pretty bad. I mean, there were probably at max 5 songs that I thought were ok. The rest was like, rap. The only non rap was some techno and country. Wow, excuse me while I dust off my trance-hoedown moves. WTF.
I did the "Macarena", to my credit. I also "shook-it" to "Hey Ya," because you just gotta. Steph and I got "funky" to "Play that Funky Music." I did the YMCA following measure from Sister Jane. They played "Thriller" but that is kind of too old for me, some girls knew the moves but I'm not that cool or into 80s stuff. All I knew was was what I had remembered from "13 Going on 30."
Churasco's was good, I thought. We eventually got seated thanks to my mom butting in. Niki showed up, making an entrance - she looked stunning! When I got there, I was so frantic because I was late and apparently they refused to seat us until we all got there. I think I was verging on hysterics. But you know, it all worked out and I just made myself look silly. I was swearing up a storm and I didn't realize there were two little girls really close to me. Yeah. Nice Sarah - classy.
We took two cars, which kind of sounded like a good idea to me because I didn't think anyone's car would fit 7 full grown people, let alone poofy fancy dresses. *I* had some trouble getting from Shepherd to Memorial. I knew exactly which street was Memorial but there was some fiasco with this ramp... ack. Needless to say, a detour through the neighborhood was involved - a one-way street filled neighborhood. We got through there ok, we even drove behind the Cockeroach car (I've seen it a few times at the art car museum, but never "in action.") The problem was we got off the ramp and Greg didn't. They got lost. I had a little trouble in downtown but nothing severe. We got there about 8:15 and struggled with trying to assist Greg. We had Sister Jane on the phone, a policeman on the phone, then Greg programmed it into is navigation system! :D Well it worked, half an hour later they showed up.
There weren't really decorations. Everyone looked nice and was nice, Nancy (so sweet!) I had taken off my shoes already but she found me and sad she "HAD" to see my shoes - I had talked about them in Calculus. lol. It was so funny. We took a group photo. Laura and I had some newspaper drama that was resolved later that evening. Like I said, the DJ sucked. I don't really dance so all in all it wasn't the most exciting thing ever. I'm glad I went though.
The absolute, most amazing highlight of the evening was when we finally got my car out of the valet and got clear out of some downtown mess (an ambulance was involved). Niki put my mix CD then we all sang "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" by the Darkness. At least I think it was everyone. Anyway. It was so much fun. It was like a road trip. That was my favorite part and I think that is what I will remember.
We got back to Churasco's and split into our respective cars. The trip to Katy was kind of funny. There were some creepy guys on Westheimer that would like, smile.. wave.. gesture.. disturb. Stephanie who was bragging about how hyper her "chocolate with THREE shots of expresso drink" had made her, fell totally asleep.
Mary's house wasn't totally eventful. Steph didn't want to watch "Zoolander" so we watched Disney's "Hercules" and I fell asleep on the floor. Steph who got the couch woke up at 8 am wanting to "do stuff" and kept trying to wake us up. I think I recall spewing half-conscious profanities. We ate donuts and went home. But again, glad that we had it because we got to "compare notes" on the evening.
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I'm really sad right now. Yesterday when we were putting the mats back in the car, I accidently let the dogs out. Opie came in after I called him (like always, he might be incredibly stupid but at least he knows where his dinner comes from), Rosie as always was being stubborn (she doesn't try to come back untill she feels like it, usually she just barks up our little part of the block) wouldn't come back it. I had to go finish getting dressed but I just assumed eventually, she would come back to the front of the house. We were in a mad dash to leave the house so we left (which we've done countless times before, she usually comes back while we are gone). I called my mom when I got to Mary's house and apparently, she wasn't "around" when they got home. Like, not even on the street. She didn't come back today either. I feel really upset about it. I just wish I knew how she was. Like, if she got hit by a car or something.. I could grieve and get over it. But now its just.. this guilty uncertainty. I feel bad that I let her out. I feel bad that my last image of her is in my rear view mirror as she watched me drive away. I feel worse that I'm not rabidly looking for her or putting up posters. I feel bad that I don't know if she had a tag on or not. I just feel awful in general. Rosie has been around at least since I was in 5th grade. I'm angry at myself and I'm lashing out at people because of it. I hope maybe my parents will call the Bunker Hill police to see if they have her, or maybe someone will pick her up. I hope she had some tag on. This is the longest she has ever been gone. My mom told me when I got home, "I think we're back to being a one dog family. Funny thing is no one seems to broken up about it." I've been kind of moody towards her all day because of that I think. So yeah. That's my sob story.
Oh and I also lost one of the straps for my Kate Spade's. That also sucks but not as much as my dog being lost. It's just compounding this anxiety.
I get to go to school tomorrow for an uncertain amount of time. Hooray.
Prom was ok. I'm glad I went. I think the "gladness" ratio outweighed the "regret if I hadn't." You know?
I personally thought the DJ was awful and the music was pretty bad. I mean, there were probably at max 5 songs that I thought were ok. The rest was like, rap. The only non rap was some techno and country. Wow, excuse me while I dust off my trance-hoedown moves. WTF.
I did the "Macarena", to my credit. I also "shook-it" to "Hey Ya," because you just gotta. Steph and I got "funky" to "Play that Funky Music." I did the YMCA following measure from Sister Jane. They played "Thriller" but that is kind of too old for me, some girls knew the moves but I'm not that cool or into 80s stuff. All I knew was was what I had remembered from "13 Going on 30."
Churasco's was good, I thought. We eventually got seated thanks to my mom butting in. Niki showed up, making an entrance - she looked stunning! When I got there, I was so frantic because I was late and apparently they refused to seat us until we all got there. I think I was verging on hysterics. But you know, it all worked out and I just made myself look silly. I was swearing up a storm and I didn't realize there were two little girls really close to me. Yeah. Nice Sarah - classy.
We took two cars, which kind of sounded like a good idea to me because I didn't think anyone's car would fit 7 full grown people, let alone poofy fancy dresses. *I* had some trouble getting from Shepherd to Memorial. I knew exactly which street was Memorial but there was some fiasco with this ramp... ack. Needless to say, a detour through the neighborhood was involved - a one-way street filled neighborhood. We got through there ok, we even drove behind the Cockeroach car (I've seen it a few times at the art car museum, but never "in action.") The problem was we got off the ramp and Greg didn't. They got lost. I had a little trouble in downtown but nothing severe. We got there about 8:15 and struggled with trying to assist Greg. We had Sister Jane on the phone, a policeman on the phone, then Greg programmed it into is navigation system! :D Well it worked, half an hour later they showed up.
There weren't really decorations. Everyone looked nice and was nice, Nancy (so sweet!) I had taken off my shoes already but she found me and sad she "HAD" to see my shoes - I had talked about them in Calculus. lol. It was so funny. We took a group photo. Laura and I had some newspaper drama that was resolved later that evening. Like I said, the DJ sucked. I don't really dance so all in all it wasn't the most exciting thing ever. I'm glad I went though.
The absolute, most amazing highlight of the evening was when we finally got my car out of the valet and got clear out of some downtown mess (an ambulance was involved). Niki put my mix CD then we all sang "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" by the Darkness. At least I think it was everyone. Anyway. It was so much fun. It was like a road trip. That was my favorite part and I think that is what I will remember.
We got back to Churasco's and split into our respective cars. The trip to Katy was kind of funny. There were some creepy guys on Westheimer that would like, smile.. wave.. gesture.. disturb. Stephanie who was bragging about how hyper her "chocolate with THREE shots of expresso drink" had made her, fell totally asleep.
Mary's house wasn't totally eventful. Steph didn't want to watch "Zoolander" so we watched Disney's "Hercules" and I fell asleep on the floor. Steph who got the couch woke up at 8 am wanting to "do stuff" and kept trying to wake us up. I think I recall spewing half-conscious profanities. We ate donuts and went home. But again, glad that we had it because we got to "compare notes" on the evening.
---
I'm really sad right now. Yesterday when we were putting the mats back in the car, I accidently let the dogs out. Opie came in after I called him (like always, he might be incredibly stupid but at least he knows where his dinner comes from), Rosie as always was being stubborn (she doesn't try to come back untill she feels like it, usually she just barks up our little part of the block) wouldn't come back it. I had to go finish getting dressed but I just assumed eventually, she would come back to the front of the house. We were in a mad dash to leave the house so we left (which we've done countless times before, she usually comes back while we are gone). I called my mom when I got to Mary's house and apparently, she wasn't "around" when they got home. Like, not even on the street. She didn't come back today either. I feel really upset about it. I just wish I knew how she was. Like, if she got hit by a car or something.. I could grieve and get over it. But now its just.. this guilty uncertainty. I feel bad that I let her out. I feel bad that my last image of her is in my rear view mirror as she watched me drive away. I feel worse that I'm not rabidly looking for her or putting up posters. I feel bad that I don't know if she had a tag on or not. I just feel awful in general. Rosie has been around at least since I was in 5th grade. I'm angry at myself and I'm lashing out at people because of it. I hope maybe my parents will call the Bunker Hill police to see if they have her, or maybe someone will pick her up. I hope she had some tag on. This is the longest she has ever been gone. My mom told me when I got home, "I think we're back to being a one dog family. Funny thing is no one seems to broken up about it." I've been kind of moody towards her all day because of that I think. So yeah. That's my sob story.
Oh and I also lost one of the straps for my Kate Spade's. That also sucks but not as much as my dog being lost. It's just compounding this anxiety.
I get to go to school tomorrow for an uncertain amount of time. Hooray.
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Date: 2004-05-16 10:13 pm (UTC)I am so sorry about Rosie (aka Odie). I really hope she comes back.
I am going to be at school third period tomorrow to talk about my dad's art to our art history class....