For those of you with the attention span of an ADD kid who sold all his ritalin to his babysitter's boyfriend, I'm going to put all the pictures at the beginning of this entry.
When you're leaving at 5:30 in the morning for a six hour road trip there are many things that you might do at three o' the clock. Like sleep, for instance. Not Rawr_ima_monster, though. He chooses to fill the wee hours with arts and crafts.
For the record, Aardvarks employees get really upset when you take pictures inside their store. But who can blame you when the subject of the picture is an awesome hat? People who hate fun, that's who.
KaliDoom and SupremePizzaMan. Considering what she did to that condom-wrapped cucumber, I don't really understand why he'd be smiling like that.
Alabama and Sydni Suicide. If your pants aren't starting to fit funny right about now, you may want to go to a doctor and see if he can figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.
Alabama and SupremePizzaMan. I think he may be the only person whose pants feel funny while looking at this picture, but who can blame him?
My good friend DreamMaker is well known for his funky jigs.
He is also well known for flipping up his kilt at random times. This is what hotcurry looks like after catching a glimpse of what hides underneath the previouslymentioned kilt. Shortly after this picture was taken she gouged out her eyes with a piece of stale naan bread.
God only knows why LokiCoyote is fiddling with his crotch in this picture, but I'm willing to bet that KaliDoom has something to do with it. Either that, or he has some sort of horrible weeping rash.
Koleeta and DreamMaker make with the merriment.
This is me striving for scholarly introspection while Koleeta just goes for cute.
If you have a heart condition or problems with nymphomania, you may want to avert your eyes right about now, as the sexy glamor may be too much for you to take.
Glamor can be contagious. Koleeta just couldn't resist joining the sexy party.
And Dave just couldn't resist Koleeta being unable to resist the sexy party.
I swear that Dave and I are just roommates, no matter what the shockingly gay position of my tongue might make you think.
The same picture, this time minus the blatant homosexuality.
This is what happens when stinkbombs and dancefloors collide.
Sometimes, that Desdenove is a lucky guy.
Poor sleey Dave. Forever at the mercy of Requiem. Although after I consider all the ice water he spilled on me that night, I guess I really don't feel that bad.
In much the same vein as my Disney trip, I managed to mildlydisappoint myself on the social front. If I had been writing this entry immediately after Prom itself, I would hav said completely disappointed myself on the social front. Luckily I was able to partially redeem myself at the Post Prom party.
And now, having started this slightly more analytical portion of the journal, I've decided that it isn't really all that important.
What is important is that Prom weekend allowed me to meet a few new people (maybe not as many as I would have liked, but you have to build up to these kinds of things slowly. Sort of like when you're trying to convince your girlfriend (or her slightly more attractive sister) that doing it in the butt is a GREAT way to spice things up) and reconnect with some dear friends from back home that I hadn't seen or talked to since I departed.
When you're leaving at 5:30 in the morning for a six hour road trip there are many things that you might do at three o' the clock. Like sleep, for instance. Not Rawr_ima_monster, though. He chooses to fill the wee hours with arts and crafts.
For the record, Aardvarks employees get really upset when you take pictures inside their store. But who can blame you when the subject of the picture is an awesome hat? People who hate fun, that's who.
KaliDoom and SupremePizzaMan. Considering what she did to that condom-wrapped cucumber, I don't really understand why he'd be smiling like that.
Alabama and Sydni Suicide. If your pants aren't starting to fit funny right about now, you may want to go to a doctor and see if he can figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.
Alabama and SupremePizzaMan. I think he may be the only person whose pants feel funny while looking at this picture, but who can blame him?
My good friend DreamMaker is well known for his funky jigs.
He is also well known for flipping up his kilt at random times. This is what hotcurry looks like after catching a glimpse of what hides underneath the previouslymentioned kilt. Shortly after this picture was taken she gouged out her eyes with a piece of stale naan bread.
God only knows why LokiCoyote is fiddling with his crotch in this picture, but I'm willing to bet that KaliDoom has something to do with it. Either that, or he has some sort of horrible weeping rash.
Koleeta and DreamMaker make with the merriment.
This is me striving for scholarly introspection while Koleeta just goes for cute.
If you have a heart condition or problems with nymphomania, you may want to avert your eyes right about now, as the sexy glamor may be too much for you to take.
Glamor can be contagious. Koleeta just couldn't resist joining the sexy party.
And Dave just couldn't resist Koleeta being unable to resist the sexy party.
I swear that Dave and I are just roommates, no matter what the shockingly gay position of my tongue might make you think.
The same picture, this time minus the blatant homosexuality.
This is what happens when stinkbombs and dancefloors collide.
Sometimes, that Desdenove is a lucky guy.
Poor sleey Dave. Forever at the mercy of Requiem. Although after I consider all the ice water he spilled on me that night, I guess I really don't feel that bad.
In much the same vein as my Disney trip, I managed to mildlydisappoint myself on the social front. If I had been writing this entry immediately after Prom itself, I would hav said completely disappointed myself on the social front. Luckily I was able to partially redeem myself at the Post Prom party.
And now, having started this slightly more analytical portion of the journal, I've decided that it isn't really all that important.
What is important is that Prom weekend allowed me to meet a few new people (maybe not as many as I would have liked, but you have to build up to these kinds of things slowly. Sort of like when you're trying to convince your girlfriend (or her slightly more attractive sister) that doing it in the butt is a GREAT way to spice things up) and reconnect with some dear friends from back home that I hadn't seen or talked to since I departed.
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