I hate prom. The make-up was disgusting, the hair was too tight, the heels kept coming off. Dressing up for this kind of event is stupid. To tell the truth, out of my entire outfit, I liked my clutch most. The rest of me looked like a piece of fermented chocolate.
I'm too dark for fucking make-up, it only made my face a faux mask.
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Headed to the Sound Bar after Prom a la Lame.
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Slept for 3 hours and that was it. I went home to catch some desperate winks before my gathering the same night. Sadly, the gathering was even more disappointing than Prom a la Lame. I was basically mingling with my Da Vinci Code. Nobody talked out of their social circle which consisted of no more than 2 people, myself inclusive. Unless, of course, you counted all the characters in my Da Vinci Code, then I was Miss Popularity for the night.
Ultimately, these two consecutive nights were major suckage. I'd rather be playing basketball or shopping or drumming... Anything.
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I remember dissing Audioslave and Radiohead approximately three years ago. Now, I find Audioslave pretty easy on my ears, but my opinion remains unchanged about Radiohead. Give me a few more years.
