Prom: A gathering of juniors and seniors (very rarely underclassman)
It's an event where they can dance and enjoy the last month of high school.
It's an overly hyped up night for virgins, if you know what I mean.
Our Prom is in Hollywood this year at a club that was supposedly "shot up" a year or two ago. Having Prom in Hollywood is, to me, a little inconvenient because no one lives anywhere near LA.
The unpopular kids are nominated as Prom King and Queen and then are told that they were only nominated as a joke.
Anti-Prom: A gathering of seniors
They can eat a dinner and hang out
No one is pressured to have sex or get wasted
It would be conveniently placed at someone's house closer to the school
No one would have to deal with the humiliation of being made fun of
I dont know which to choose...
I was thinking of hosting a themed party at my house for my friends who can't go to Prom. I don't have any ideas for any good themes, though.
I'm hosting a dinner party next month and everyone who shows up has to act like a celebrity, character, or whomever they wish to be. I'll most likely be Martha Stewart just because... I don't have a good reason haha.
I want to thank you guys for commenting on my video project, I really appreciate it. We get to watch them in class tomorrow, so that'll be exciting.
I hope you all had a happy Mother's Day!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
If you know me, I mean if you really know me, you’ll know that I spend a lot of time in front of mirrors. That isn’t because I’m getting ready or checking my outfit or anything important, I just stare at myself. I’m going to be honest, I think I’m pretty nice to look at…usually. So, naturally, I’m going to want to look at my reflection because I find myself attractive and I like to think it builds my character, but thats just me.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking of what my psychology teacher had mentioned about suicide some time ago. He said that women are less likely to inflict harm to their appearance because they want to look good in their coffins, whereas men are more willing to blow their heads off because they just want to get their lives over with.
Well, if you really know me, you would know that I take great care of my face. So if I were to ever commit suicide, I decided that I would go out like Hemingway: I would blow my skull off. If I were to end my life so tragically, then everyone would know that I wasn’t looking for an easy way out; They’d know that I had enough audacity to have taken a gun to my own head and to pull the trigger at my own will. Everyone would know that something awful had to have happened in my uneventful life for me to ruin the one quality that gave me the confidence to feel good about myself. I would hope that when they would see me in Hell, they wouldn’t recognize me for I’d only have half a brain.