Promarama

Wellll, prom! That was quite an amazing night.

I woke up on the day of prom with a hangover because I'm quite the dumbass. Was cured of said hangover ~2pm, went out to get my hair done at 3pm. Got dressed and left at 7:30, got there by 8:15, waited outside for a few minutes until Tamara got there. Everyone looked absolutely stunning, I wish I'd brought my camera. After prom Jessi and I hopped in to a cab to go to my place, but it took a while, so she changed in the cab and I just grabbed my after-prom dress and dashed. We got to the boat right on time, and I got changed in the bathroom. My retarded old-person hips were killing me by that point, so I didn't dance very hard. (And on that note, I really need to learn how to dance). After after-prom, I went with Ilaria, Nicole, Jason, Maria, Tiffany, Olajawon (is that how his name is spelled? I'm in his OP, I feel like I should know him better) and Paul to the East Side. Poor Tiffany left her purse in the cab--I felt horrible. Hopefully she'll be able to get everything back, especially her camera.

The sunrise wasn't really a sunrise, but more of a lightening of the overcast sky. Not long after dawn, some sinister-looking clouds started rolling in, so we headed to Gracie Mew's! I was tempted to pop in to my building and say hi to the doormen, but I didn't because I'm not sure they'd remember me. I feel kind of bad about how loud we all were in the diner, but...not really. Amazing french toast and hot chocolate, even though it was too rich for my starved stomach and I felt pretty nauseous after eating. We left, I hopped in a cab and slept for almost 24 hours with a few hours of lucidity hidden in there.

I have a massive migraine right now (probably from sleeping too much, but fuck, it was so worth it) and my feet still vaguely hurt. Would do it all over again.

Right now I'm kind of...nostalgic. I can see myself and a few other friends from my main group of friends drifting to other groups in these last months of high school. It's understandable, though. We don't want to tie ourselves down at the moment, we want to branch out and do as much as possible. I'm trying, really trying, to break out of my shell. I'm sick and tired of being the shy, quiet girl who never does anything. I want to be crazy. I want to be out late at night, stumble drunk through the streets of NYC, have funny stories about some questionable experiences--I want to be a reckless teenager. I doubt that I'll get much farther than what I've done up to now, but I don't actually mind. I've managed to wrack up some wonderful memories in the last few months, gained some new friends.

Oh, and, I'm on the fringes of some dramarama. This one girl--I'm trying to be cordial to her and not sneer whenever her name is mentioned, but fuck, it's hard to be nice when she's such a bitch to my friends. Seriously. I can understand if she's horrible to me, since I broke up with her and was one hell of an asshole to her, but...she's a menace. Two of my other friends have been fucking amazing, because that's the way they are, they're wonderful people, the best friends anyone could ask for, but this one girl treats them like shit. Like they're something disposable. And then! She accuses them of being horrible friends! How fucking dare she say that. She's bringing some awesome people down when they should be having the time of their lives. Oh well. Since this is all happening right at the end, this is what they'll remember about her. She's bringing contempt and lingering bitterness unto herself, and while no one will bother to keep in touch with her after high school (especially since she'll be upstate, and the rest of us will be in the city), we'll still be tight. So suck it, cunt!

(Due to the migraine I'm pretty sure I mentioned somewhere up there, I can't be arsed to read this over for coherency or spelling. Whatever, this is for myself first and foremost, so I don't care if there's typos.)