I swear someone drove past me that looked like Woody Harrelson. Apart from the fact that it probably wasn't him, a. because why would he be in an English suburban village and b. he probably wouldn't be caught dead driving an electric blue Micra.
Anyways, I had mah prom. It was fun. I got my hair done about... four hours before it started. I'll post some pictures when they're developed. It was veeerry pretty. I sprinkled some glitter in, and it kinda went all over my dress but meh. Me and Kez went together because we live in the same village, and we were the first there.,BR>Everyone (and there was a lot of people) were staring at us and taking photos and grinning and stuff. I was just like "Keep your head down and ignore them... and watch you don't trip". We ended up walking in the wrong way. Mr Bacon (haha, what a name...) was like "Er, girls... you have to go in that way..." and I was like "Shit! What way?!" But we got there in the end. We were the first there! It was scaaaary. Anyways, many sluts looked like bigger sluts. Many *nice* people looked really pretty, and in the end I reckon the less-popular peoples looked better. That means I was in there! The food looked slightly rank, but I managed to survive for four and a quarter hours on punch, coke and cocktail sausages.
It was fun. Ish. I did enjoy it, although I reckon there should have been more to do. Me and Emma danced. Woo! I never thought anyone would see the day I danced, but I did. There was this Scar band or whatever, and I honestly thought it would be crap, but they were fairly good. Really loud though. And there was a DJ too. I prefered the DJ. He played Dancing Queen and Grease music. I danced to that. And the Darkness. Heh, I must have looked so stupid in a dress, dancing like that. Ho well... Mrs Cauldwell the music teacher, and some other teacher formed a two man konga line, and did some synchronised moves out of the hall. It was weird but amusing. And there was also Mr Hopper, with a bottle of beer in his hand, wearing a tux (not pyjamas like I've mentioned in an old entry somewhere), and he was doing some weird swaying, football-fan dancing. Try and picture it. It's hard to explain. He just looked hilarious.
Well, only a couple more dates in which to go to school and I don't have to go there ever again!
I'm off to Rach's on Wednesday, so we discussed what we'll do. It's been grinded down to watching:,BR>-Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (Keanu Reeves)
-Sleepy Hollow (for Deppy goodness) (talking of Depp- go see my Deppology)
-Loser (Teenage Dirtbag, Jason Biggs thing)
and, although Rach doesn't know it yet, we're gonna search for our memorable Teleshopping adverts. One involving a power juicer, the other involve a bed and a bear...
Eugh, I've just heard mum say our holidays are in about three weeks. That means camping for a week and a half with my family. Could you say... hell?
Before I go. Rachel mentioned on the phone about her wonderous artwork. So I present for you 'Cup-a-mouse':
written on 2004-06-27@4:15 p.m.