Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this

First thing, before I delve into the flippin amazingness that was the Homecoming dance, I found this article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/odd_name_change. Apparently that girl changed her name to CutOutDissection.com. I was a frequenter of that site as a freshman when I found out that we were going to be dissecting frogs, but daaaanng, girl, she must feel crazy strongly about dissection to change her name to that. I guess it's a good way to get publicity, but it prolly doesn't do more than convince more people that PETA is a group of freaks.

Alright. On to what I really want to talk about. Homecoming! My last homecoming ever was, simply put, amazing. The day started out kinda rocky when I had a complete emotional meltdown because there was too much stuff forced on me at one time. My mom had me get my finger and toe nails done with french tips and I've never had my nails done for any reason other than my 5th grade teacher deciding to have some pink tint put on them when I was 10. The whole nail experience was alright, if kinda nerve racking. Then I had an appointment to get my hair done up so that it wouldn't be all in my face all night, which is a major problem usually, but before I even got out of the house, I burst into tears because I have no idea how to put on makeup so that it looks good and I really felt that this homecoming, more than any other, I needed to look really good for my date. Remember, I went with the guy that I had really been wanting to go with. So that was a small set-back. But then I got my hair done and it looked pretty cool, with 24 bobby pins and a bunch of braids. I just didn't like that there was no hair around my face at all, which I feel makes me look like a dude. I don't like looking like a dude, especially when I'm going to a dance, but I dealt with it. By the time I got to the house where I was meeting my friends, I was completely excited, I could walk in my heels without falling or swaying too much, and my mom had brought the boutonniere that I accidentally left in my fridge, so all was well. We played games for a while, ate dinner, played some more games, and then went to the dance. Fast forward a bit through the whole laughing at a group of freshmen who rented a bus, getting all excited because my yearbook advisor showed up after a few weeks of being sick, and some other things. I was afraid that the admin at my school would mess up the dance because they're all so scared of people dancing inappropriately. There have been some stupid incidents where chaperons have flipped out because of stuff that was perfectly withing appropriateness. Last year's homecoming, I was knocked off balance and my boyfriend caught me and in that short time when he had his arms around me, we got told by a woman that we needed to separate. But this year, there were hardly any problems at all. Chaperons sat around the perimeter of the dance floor and there were signs up that said "Thank you for dancing appropriately." And the music they played was alright, even if they did mutilate a few songs because they didn't want to play explicit lyrics. (oooh! They played 2-step though, so I went and did that with a friend that I had taught it to a few weeks ago. It was awesome.) I had a lot of fun with my date, also. He's a cool guy and, despite all the times he's sworn up and down he can't dance, he was alright at it and wasn't afraid to just do it. He even tried learning the Cupid Shuffle when I was doing it. The only problem with the entire night is that it ended. I really didn't want it to and there are only a few more chances to have fun like that again before I go off to college. It's times like these that I wish I could be a teenager forever.

Now, off to finish cleaning my room (after homecoming week I couldn't walk past the foot of my bed anymore because of all the costumes and various articles of clothing scattered around) and do my homework. It's a long weekend, and I haven't even started that yet. Good thing I don't have very much.

♥ j.j.