Prom was amazing. I'll comment on everything a bit later. Basically, a lot of drama and stress. I won nothing at post-prom, and I've discovered that to be liked and loved you have to be an ass. In order to win things you have to be dumb, or shit-lucky which I'm not. In order to get pissed off at, you have to be cunning and willing to take a risk. In order to get ahead you have to be aggressive. In order to have fun you have to be willing to lose inhibitions. In order to be professional, you have to do that which no one else knows how. In order to impress, you have to do that which no one else knows how...WELL. In order to find love, you need to not look for it; this is where we all tend to fail.

The prom was amazing. The DJ's were phenomenal. The people were overall good mannered and overall surprisingly sober from what I could tell. Best dressed goes to Wallbert. Most classy goes to Shaun. Most daring goes to both Pat for being the most un-promlike tux ever, and Diana for wearing a disco-ball.

The Country Squire staff at 5 in the morning equals bad. But at 3 in the afternoon the same day is wonderful. The porn store had a sale on pre-viewed tapes for 10 bucks each...got two. There's trouble a-brewin' in the Smith residency.

Anyway, I'm exhausted at this point, having been up for 48 hours with a twist of a 5 hour nap. So, I hope it was all good for you, I'll write more later and perhaps post some pics, no?

Be good!

- Written on 2003-05-18 at 12:50 a.m.