Prom: The single night that high school students are given the opportunity to dress in luxurious textiles whilst eating expensive food in a beautiful venue [insert magical chimes here]

NOT!  Let me break down what prom is for those of you who only know of it's romanticized definition.  Prom is an excuse for people with social lives to get together, get sweaty on the dance floor, and drink their guts out.  For some of you, this may sound appealing.  For anybody like myself, that sounds like a shit night.

YOU: You're just saying that, because you're cheap and have no social life

Correct :)  But I proudly have no social life.

YOU: What did you do instead of prom?

I stayed at home at studied for the physics exam coming up . . .  HAHAHA as if.  I can't study to save my life. 

Initially, my plan was to go out with a group of my friends who weren't going to prom, but they were so lame, that they wouldn't even go shopping with me, so I went out with WEEEENIE 

We started our day by trekking downtown and browsed around various small boutiques, all of which had amazingly fashionable and equally pricey clothing  ;A; [so sad, man]

 

Just look at those tights.  LOOK AT THEM!  THEY ARE SO AMAZING e n e

Me gusta.  Me mucho gusta OTL

After shopping around Gastown, we went to eat some junk food at Red Burrito

[super embarrassing story]

As you can see, my friend and I were seated by the window.  I started dancing

to the song playing on the radio, and this attractive guy WITNESSED ME JAMMIN' OUT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  

 So I tried to recover with the head nod.

GOOD THING HE NO COME INSIDE LA! LOLOLOL

We continue exploring downtown, and walk into this "mall" that smelled

like the used furniture/antique shop my grandpa used to bring me to.

 For whatever reason, we decided to walk all the way back home, which was 

a whopping 8.5km journey

I was so damn tired afterwards ;_____________;

Dr. Suess quote.  How cute.

En route home, we walked by this insanely run down home.

[creepy girl painted on the door]

Makes me think that whoever what wearing the boots just disappeared!

Winnie and decided to kill time down at the Chinatown Nightnarket (which by the way, still sucks)

I bought a bubble tea from one of the stalls, and it tasted like doggy doo doo :( 

 At last, I met up with my buddies after their prom ended, and convinced them to go out 

with me at 12am.  It was only while brainstorming of potential activities that 

I remembered none of us were of legal drinking age, and that 

we're all prudes.

Quick!  Where can I go that:

• is open to minors
• does not sell alcohol
• is open late night
• is cheap

BOOM

McDonald's

and thus begins the

[Prom Night Fiasco]

 I convinced all of my friends to go to McDonald's so we could chat about what happened at prom.  

My friend confessed that the chicken was awful

After buying the food, we realise that every table in the restaurant is covered in trash, and everybody is too busy serving the guests to come out and clear out tables.  Time was ticking, and I WANTED MY DAMN CHICKEN NUGGETS, so I cleared out the long table in the middle.  That, being the only clean are in the restaurant, invited every drunk guest to sit next to us.  

This one German guy comes up and greets us with, "Hey, what's up?".

And I just had to reply with"
"COMO ESTAS!"

Shit hits the fan when he asks to take a picture with me, and decides to pose with his arm around my NECK IN WHAT LOOKS LIKE A CHOKE HOLD.

The German Guy's friends come up and start hitting on my friend who was sitting next to me, and starts checking her wrists.

Foreign Dude: So, where's your stamp?
Friend: Huh?
Foreign Dude: For the club!
Friend: I'm 17
Foreign Dude: ... Oh.

Needless to say, we left when the chance presented itself.
It was an awkward night to remember.

My other guy friend said that he didn't realise that I felt uncomfortable with the situation.
One of my guy friends said that had anything happened in McD's, he would have booked it.
He later tried to recover by saying he would have protected us with his bubbles...
blowing soap solution bubbles OTL  I can't even...

GOOD TIMES, AND I DIDN'T HAVE TO EAT DRY CHICKEN
GUESS WHO SAVED $85 AND STILL HAD A GOOD NIGHT?

bye. pk

I'm going to be throwing out a bunch of posts right now, because I haven't had time to update.

For those of you who assumed I am an elementary school student, a university student, or a working teen mom, I'm actually just a regular old (graduated) high school student.

Let me just say that the commencement ceremony was absolute
BULLSHIT
Ok, so everyone will be graduating.  Why does it have to be such a tedious process - -
I hate how twelfth grade if so massively sensationalized. 

Of course, I musts take the mandatory family photo.
My sister didn't come, because my mom was afraid that she might start
crying half way through the graduation ceremony.

How do pretty girls curl their hair all the time?  I was cussing the whole monring while getting
ready, because I thought it was way to damn early to look pretty.  For heaven sakes,
some girls have the energy to look like freakin' Victora's Secret Models early in the morning.

BULL.  SHIT.

On another note, I thought it was cool how my friend had a necklace with $20 bills
stringed onto it.  I never asked, but I guess it's some type of family tradition when
walking across the stage.

Ladies in da house!  Sista is so cute!  Terrible two, they say.
She has her moments.

 

A few days before graduation on the last day of school, on of my physics classmates
decided to throw a small party for our teacher (because he is so awesome).  It was a
sweet idea, but I the party seemed to be more for the students than the teacher.
They say that it's the thought that counts though, right?

I guy who "organized" the party bought a couple ice cream cakes and pop.
I few people took turns cutting the frozen dessert, most of whom looked WAAAAY too serious.
How can you not feel some sense of fear when there is another person in the room gripping a knife
who looks a teeny weeny bit angry.

Needless to say, I offered to cut the cake instead, but she declined (darn it).
Luckily, she was needed somewhere else, so I nabbed up the job of cutting the cake with my 

buddy, An.

(Safety hazard!)

We ran out of plates, so we had to use cups... so "organized" LOL
Props on the guy for taking action though, I approve.


- PK

(PS- I'll be pushing out a bunch of posts I intended to post in the past, but never got to)