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Prom 2012

Right now, I am having a difficult time typing this because of my enormous black claws that I glued on yesterday. Last night was Prom. It took so long for me to get ready, but most of that time was devoted to my hair. I did Siouxsie inspired makeup and rockabilly inspired hair. What a combo. After having finished everything, I hopped in the car and drove over to Prom, which was held at Fernbank Museum of Natural History. If you don't know Fernbank, it's a wonderful place for science lovers where two huge dinosaur skeletons were the backdrop to Prom.

     If you have been to Prom, you probably know that is is overrated. It's a lot of sweaty teenagers dancing to top forty remixes with some good food. If you aren't determined to have fun and get your money's worth, then you won't. Jean and I met up last night. We weren't having too much fun. We both decided that we were going to dance obnoxiously, so I'm sure we pissed off some people in the process. Then we got bored, and found  a wheelchair. Yes, you read correctly. For a good bit of the night, I wheeled Jean around. We wheelchair danced and drove in circles. People were taking pictures with him the whole night; I didn't realize how popular he was. I was a little disappointed that the DJ didn't play a couple of our suggested songs...until I started to hear Friday I'm in Love by The Cure. It just isn't prom without The Cure. Jean, Claire, Nathan, and I all ran to the dance floor. Luckily for us, the lame student body started clearing as soon as the song started playing. We danced to The Cure and The Smiths. I actually had a good time at Prom. :)
   After Prom, Jean and I went to a Diner for Milkshakes. By coincidence, we ran into one of his acquaintances who invited us to a party. I was a bit weary of going, because I get uncomfortable around large groups of people I don't know. I sucked it up, and we went anyway. It turned out to be a party almost  exclusively for Hipsters. It was certainly an experience. I had an okay time. I talked to some people about literature, so that's something. There were so many mustaches, cut-off shorts, and thick-rimmed glasses for just one place. ;)
     After that, I came home and got ready for bed. I didn't realize it would take almost as much time to take my hair down as it did to put it up. I woke up disappointingly late this morning, and I have a slight headache (no, not a hangover). I guess Prom just isn't good unless it ends in a headache.
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