High School Landmarks

Last night was my high school's Prom. So, of course, several of my friends (AF, KD, CJ, and ES) and I spent a couple of hours getting ready and getting ready and taking pictures together, and then we headed off to a long evening of dancing, less-than-spectacular (read: mostly horrible) music, shouting to hear each other, and general insanity.

Of course, that's not to say that we didn't have any fun. I do believe we had quite a bit of fun. Of course, it wouldn't have been a school dance if there weren't any drama to go around; a certain freshman probably has a good buttkicking coming to him on Monday, because nobody hurts our JD like that and gets away with it. But I promised not to post any sort of angst on the blog, and on the whole I think we had a good time (although AF will disagree with me, but, then again, she's ridiculous ♥).

But it kind of got me thinking.

We went by ourselves. Five girls, and we met up with NG there, so six girls -- sans dates, because only one of us has a boyfriend and he lives several states away -- going to the Junior/Senior Prom together (even though one of us is a sophomore), and our afterparty consisted of changing out of our dresses, crashing on my living room floor, and then reading Dr. Seuss books all morning. Also STOP THAT BALL, which is a rhyming children's book by...um....somebody who is not Dr. Seuss. When you look at it all, it's really pretty atypical. We didn't even have friend dates, we spent more time wandering around on the porch than dancing, we didn't recognize more than 2 or 3 of the songs they played, and we did not get totally drunk/high or have sex before, during, or after prom.

Therefore, I would like to announce to the world that YES, people who are not stereotypical teenagers DO exist. Contrary to what the creepy old man from the bank seems to think. (Long story; basically, a creepy old man had some problems with AF and me being friends.)

Not, of course, that anyone was directionally questioning this. But really? This whole "teenage experience" thing is really not all it's cracked up to be. Seriously, where is the fun in getting so trashed you don't know what's going on? And having everyone assume that as a teenager, you're a part of it? Not even worth the trouble. And all the smash-my-body-so-close-against-yours-that-we-might-actually-be-one-person dancing and rented hotel rooms and whatever? Ick. In my (admittedly limited) experience, boys cause more trouble than they're worth. I think I'll wait until they're (/I'm) a bit more grown up.

End rant.

Apologies. That got a little rantier than it was supposed to. But there you go. Guess I'm a stereotypical teenager after all: three cheers for moodiness?

Okay, that wasn't coherent. Chalk it up to lack of sleep.

Meanwhile, today was absolutely the best Saturday I've had in a long while. Many thanks to AF and KD especially, as they were here for most of the day, but also to CJ and ES. I ♥ you all! Also, the first two episodes of Season 5 of LOST have caused me to completely and totally change my mind about Season 4. Season 4 was not weird. Season 5 is weird. AF was right. Also also, remind me to rant about FANG tomorrow. Because it was an amaaaazing book. Even if it did make me cry. And now, tis bedtime pour moi.

Much love,
Bex