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azuriteHm. I'm a sophomore, soon to be a junior. (shudder. gotta love the way highschoolers are portrayed: freshmen are small shrimps, the underclassmen, who are "fresh" and easy... hence "Freshman Friday", Sophomore means "idiot", Junior means "small" and senior means "old") Maybe next year my lousy class (sorry, we are-- no spirit, and our idea of fun is writing bitch lists in the bathrooms) will have a Junior Prom, but my friend is posing the question: if someone asked me this week, would I go to prom?
The thing is, there's this guy who's been after me for a while. He's gotten beyond the point of being perverted and annoying, but lately, he's been hanging out with my friend and her "genius" gang (I'm a genius too, but I'm too engrossed with the internet to sit on the floor and eat my lunch). ^^; In any case, after a skating excursion over winter break, I'm pretty sure this guy fell for one of my friend's friends. Let's call her B. My friend is A.
So, the situation: Guy who used to like me seems to like A's friend, B. YAY! So he asks her to prom. Today, when I'm not here (boy, I picked a fine day to have a migraine-ish headache). Shucks. But I sorely hope she accepts.
Then, A IMs me, saying what she told B to do. "YES, of course!" Then she goes on to say that it is every teenage girl's *dream* to go to the prom, and who wouldn't go if asked by a senior?
I would, I say to her. What? she replies. I think that if I saw her face, it would be akin to one of those AIM smilies with the mouth hanging open. O_O --maybe like that.
In any case, since my 8th grade dinner dance, I haven't liked dances very much. I used to be (and I mean this seriously, no matter how dumb it sounds) head over heels in love with this guy I met when I was in 3rd grade. We were friends up to 5th grade, when he transferred after schools. I stopped going to after schools, and then my sister died. He was there for me, the only one there for me and me alone, during the funeral. But once middle school started, he decided popularity was more important than me. He became cold and uncaring, and I was, right back. Without my sister, that's what I let myself become. I suppose I still am, a bit, today, but that's another story.
He was at that dance, and pretty much teased or ignored me. Not fun. Loud music, expensive food, and everyone getting paired off with everyone else made me miserable. Dancing with my guy friend led me to shouting at one of my better girlfriends, something which I still regret to this day. I hate dances.
But prom? Yes, I suppose A has a point. How fun would it be to look back, and not have that prom picture, that prom candle, that prom gown? To say, oh yeah, *I* went to prom? I mean, it does have some significance. By I seriously doubt my appeal to any guy, and I doubt it will change even by the time I am 18, and able to go to senior prom with whoever *I* choose.
The one guy I let myself fall for after the first guy was a senior. I hated him, loved him, hated him, liked him, and then all over again. A said it was a "love-hate" relationship, except he had no clue about it until after he left. I think. In any case, I survived the year by biting my lip and praying that A's little "what if" might come true: maybe he'd ask me to the prom. Hah. Never happened. It can't happen this year; he's not a senior and neither am I. And even if, by some longshot, he does show up in my senior year (and I'm still single, which I most likely will be) I'd never be able to ask him to the prom. And he'd never ask me.
End of story, case closed.
*sigh*
The thing is, there's this guy who's been after me for a while. He's gotten beyond the point of being perverted and annoying, but lately, he's been hanging out with my friend and her "genius" gang (I'm a genius too, but I'm too engrossed with the internet to sit on the floor and eat my lunch). ^^; In any case, after a skating excursion over winter break, I'm pretty sure this guy fell for one of my friend's friends. Let's call her B. My friend is A.
So, the situation: Guy who used to like me seems to like A's friend, B. YAY! So he asks her to prom. Today, when I'm not here (boy, I picked a fine day to have a migraine-ish headache). Shucks. But I sorely hope she accepts.
Then, A IMs me, saying what she told B to do. "YES, of course!" Then she goes on to say that it is every teenage girl's *dream* to go to the prom, and who wouldn't go if asked by a senior?
I would, I say to her. What? she replies. I think that if I saw her face, it would be akin to one of those AIM smilies with the mouth hanging open. O_O --maybe like that.
In any case, since my 8th grade dinner dance, I haven't liked dances very much. I used to be (and I mean this seriously, no matter how dumb it sounds) head over heels in love with this guy I met when I was in 3rd grade. We were friends up to 5th grade, when he transferred after schools. I stopped going to after schools, and then my sister died. He was there for me, the only one there for me and me alone, during the funeral. But once middle school started, he decided popularity was more important than me. He became cold and uncaring, and I was, right back. Without my sister, that's what I let myself become. I suppose I still am, a bit, today, but that's another story.
He was at that dance, and pretty much teased or ignored me. Not fun. Loud music, expensive food, and everyone getting paired off with everyone else made me miserable. Dancing with my guy friend led me to shouting at one of my better girlfriends, something which I still regret to this day. I hate dances.
But prom? Yes, I suppose A has a point. How fun would it be to look back, and not have that prom picture, that prom candle, that prom gown? To say, oh yeah, *I* went to prom? I mean, it does have some significance. By I seriously doubt my appeal to any guy, and I doubt it will change even by the time I am 18, and able to go to senior prom with whoever *I* choose.
The one guy I let myself fall for after the first guy was a senior. I hated him, loved him, hated him, liked him, and then all over again. A said it was a "love-hate" relationship, except he had no clue about it until after he left. I think. In any case, I survived the year by biting my lip and praying that A's little "what if" might come true: maybe he'd ask me to the prom. Hah. Never happened. It can't happen this year; he's not a senior and neither am I. And even if, by some longshot, he does show up in my senior year (and I'm still single, which I most likely will be) I'd never be able to ask him to the prom. And he'd never ask me.
End of story, case closed.
*sigh*
