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Prom-n-ODD

So, prom was last night. It was pretty sweet. Had a lot of fun. I hung out with people that were all pretty cool. My date was probably the nicest guy there. I felt like a girl for once, caked in makeup and sparkles and a pretty dress and...yeah. It was nice. This year's prom was very...pleasant. I know that I'm going to look back on both of the proms I went to and just sigh, I'm happy that there weren't any catastrophes, disasters, embarassments, anything. Overall, I just had a great time. And I'm thankful that they don't allow freshmen or sophomores at prom (unless they're invited) because I was pretty antisocial my first two years of high school, so I don't think I would've had as nice a time.

Compared to last year, I think my date had more fun because he actually goes to our school. My date last year went to my school in middle school, but he moved. He knew everyone, but it was kind of uncomfortable for him. Not to mention, although we have been friends since kindergarten, I don't think he was completely relaxed around me--especially when I look like a real GIRL, hehe. My date this year...well, everyone keeps telling me that they think that he likes me a lot, but I just don't see it. He wants to hang out later, so I guess that's a good sign.

Can you believe this though...I haven't even kissed him on the lips yet! I'm kind of...afraid! Isn't that so weird? I've never moved this slow before in my life! I guess I'm kind of nervous with the boy. I don't want to mess this up. We slow danced every dance at prom, even though I'm like a foot shorter! Haha. Had to don the heels when I danced with him. =)

I saw my ex-boyfriend at prom too, he looked nice. It was a nice little moment, he saw me and at least acknowledged my existence, which was an improvement over the last time we argued. I saw a lot of my friends, a lot that weren't my friends. Some of my closest friends decided not to go--bummer.


I'm pleased. =)

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