And so it has arrived. The dreaded friday in which I have to go out and make a fool of myself.

Otherwise known as Prom.

I.....Cant say im looking forward to it. Nor would I not do it. Theres a weird kind of medium of acceptance, but thats about it.

Its gonna be a laugh, seeing everyone, hanging out for however many hours. The fact that after half an hour I get to wear converses just makes the entire thing even more awesome.

And Its not like I'm worrying about it. I dont think I look that bad, I dont have to worry about falling over, and theres no way in hell I'm gonna dance unless its the daddy dance with Bunting, so thats not really my worry.

I dont know what it is.

I mean as I sit typing, my nails are perfectly painted by some scary woman yesterday. My hair is like something out of the eighties and makes me a fire hazard. And though I am not in the dress yet, I'm already in the dress mindset, and am for once, not sat like a man.

But its not meeeeeeeeee....Which I think is what it is. I'll enjoy it as an experience, but the whole thing is terrifying for me. I look so very different, Im gonna have to act different...Etc.

Though I do love that while I'm being mopey, Claire popped up on msn and just said "3 and a hlaf hours until u can wear ur converse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which is true. I'm happy, so long as I can smuggle them without Dad seeing.


Ahwwwwwwww I dont like itttttttttttttt :'(