Last night was our school's Winter Ball. First of all, I got there late. (surprise, surprise!) I spent almost an hour looking for people I know, and only found about 6. (I saw more people than that, but I was specifically looking for the Daria Group members.) NEWayz, when I finally decided that it was a lost cause, I actually started "dancing." I put this in quotes because I can't dance. I think I already put that somewhere on my page. ::sigh:: I was there w/ my boyfriend, and his brother came too. For some reason, his brother ended up hanging around with us the WHOLE time. I wouldn't have minded so much except that he wasn't even dancing. He was just standing there. I was like, "Why don't you find someone or dance or something??" He just kinda stood there and said that none of his friends were there. So, I felt weird dancing w/ my boyfriend with his brother standing about one foot away... just standing. Then my ex-crush comes up to me and goes, "So, how's Peter Paul and Mary?" You know what I find ironic? Last year, when I actually liked him, he practically ignored me at the dance. But this year, when I don't like him anymore (at least not more than a friend) he came up to me like 5 or 6 times. He didn't ask me to dance or anything, but still, he actually acknowledged my existence. My life is screwed up. In the words of the guy my sister knows, "What a twisted web we weave..."
I hate high heels. What's the point? To make girls taller, right? Isn't it the guy's job to be tall? I feel bad for all the guys that were at the dance last night. They probably all felt about 6" shorter than usual. I am 5'10", and even I wore heels. My feet were killing me all night, and I almost killed myself by tripping. Yet as much as I complain about heels, I still wear them. I have issues.
Right now on a public TV station, there is a telethon going on. My school's marching band was supposed to be playing around 12, or so I thought. I've been watching this stupid telethon for 2 1/2 hours, and I haven't seen them yet. I'll bet I missed them. (Stupid telethon...) Nell Carter (y'know, Ms. Hanigan from Broadway's Annie?) is on. Actually, probably everyone in the region is on except me. There was this lady that sang a song before. Let me just say that my cat sounded better when my mom accidently stepped on her tail. I wonder how those people can be on T.V. for (I think) 8 hours and talk about the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. You'd think they'd run out of things to say. Hmm, guess not. They just put on a bunch of people that can't sing and give them thousands of dollars. I guess it's for a good cause, I just can't believe they're expecting people to donate money after torturing them with such a boring telethon. But I guess that's why they invited our marching band. To liven it up a little. Right now, 2 16-year-old girls are singing a really pretty song. One of the girls has a beautiful voice. She's pretty too. Except someone should tell her that if she's going to dye her hair blonde, she should do something about her black eyebrows. They look funny.
