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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:20 pm
Mira Andrews See, now I feel old because if I were to go to prom this year, it would be as one of the chaperones! Ack! Then again, the teachers seem to fight over the spots at prom and I teach no juniors or seniors...so, no big. ^^ I've heard chaperoning a prom is fun too. Dad seemed to like it and whenever my mother did it, she seemed to have a blast. xD
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 1:47 pm
Aww, you look like you had fun Gatta. biggrin
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 1:55 pm
Harmonious Chaos Aww, you look like you had fun Gatta. biggrin I definitely did!
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 3:38 pm
Gatta, you look so good! I'll have to post my pics once my friends send them to me. I didn't bring my camera.
The only bad thing is, I saw someone there that I'd just as soon forget. How many people have I told about him? Only the Jigsaw regs, I think. Well, suffice it to say that he and I had kind of a relationship last year (10th grade for me, 12th for him), and well, it didn't go well. He was an egocentric, self-righteous, emotionally-abusive emo kid drowning in an ocean of self-pity who played me for every ounce of kindness I had, went to me for comfort (I thought) and then emoed all the more. He threatened suicide on a daily basis and got jealous whenever I so much as mentioned another guy while he had his hands all over the school slut right in front of me--I later found out he cheated on me, too. He was just a b*****d all around, and though I don't hate him (I could never truly hate anyone), I'm not happy with him. Well, after our falling-out, he started dating one of my friends, and they went to prom together. Fine. As long as I don't have to look at him, I'll be okay. Then at after-prom, I was playing bingo, and so was he. I wasn't looking at him. Then I won a game, and while I was looking through the prizes, he starts chucking stuff at my back and going, "Brittany, Brittany!" I got my prize, turned, and gave him the most poisonous deathglare I could muster. He did not talk to me again. It just--grr!-pisses me off that he could think we were cool! I want to bust him in that smug, lying face of his...
But other than that, it was fun. My friends and I danced together in a little girl-circle, hee hee. We had a good time.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:53 pm
A n g e l i c D e m o n Gatta, you look so good! I'll have to post my pics once my friends send them to me. I didn't bring my camera. The only bad thing is, I saw someone there that I'd just as soon forget. How many people have I told about him? Only the Jigsaw regs, I think. Well, suffice it to say that he and I had kind of a relationship last year (10th grade for me, 12th for him), and well, it didn't go well. He was an egocentric, self-righteous, emotionally-abusive emo kid drowning in an ocean of self-pity who played me for every ounce of kindness I had, went to me for comfort (I thought) and then emoed all the more. He threatened suicide on a daily basis and got jealous whenever I so much as mentioned another guy while he had his hands all over the school slut right in front of me--I later found out he cheated on me, too. He was just a b*****d all around, and though I don't hate him (I could never truly hate anyone), I'm not happy with him. Well, after our falling-out, he started dating one of my friends, and they went to prom together. Fine. As long as I don't have to look at him, I'll be okay. Then at after-prom, I was playing bingo, and so was he. I wasn't looking at him. Then I won a game, and while I was looking through the prizes, he starts chucking stuff at my back and going, "Brittany, Brittany!" I got my prize, turned, and gave him the most poisonous deathglare I could muster. He did not talk to me again. It just--grr!-pisses me off that he could think we were cool! I want to bust him in that smug, lying face of his... But other than that, it was fun. My friends and I danced together in a little girl-circle, hee hee. We had a good time. 
Thanks!
Aw, sorry about you running into him. (If it helps, I personally think he sounds like a desperate, pathetic attention-seeker! Shame on him!) Though the girl-circle thing sounds fun. We had our own girl-circles, too, plus girl-and-guy circles (but not that way!!!!!!) that got up to... well, we even had like 10 people jumping up and down and dancing at once during one song (the rest of the time, we kind of "floated" between various groups of friends. 'Twas fun). Yeah, it's great to get to go to prom with your friends, then even if you have a date, you also have some people to fall back on and have fun with!
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 8:13 am
A n g e l i c D e m o n Gatta, you look so good! I'll have to post my pics once my friends send them to me. I didn't bring my camera. The only bad thing is, I saw someone there that I'd just as soon forget. How many people have I told about him? Only the Jigsaw regs, I think. Well, suffice it to say that he and I had kind of a relationship last year (10th grade for me, 12th for him), and well, it didn't go well. He was an egocentric, self-righteous, emotionally-abusive emo kid drowning in an ocean of self-pity who played me for every ounce of kindness I had, went to me for comfort (I thought) and then emoed all the more. He threatened suicide on a daily basis and got jealous whenever I so much as mentioned another guy while he had his hands all over the school slut right in front of me--I later found out he cheated on me, too. He was just a b*****d all around, and though I don't hate him (I could never truly hate anyone), I'm not happy with him. Well, after our falling-out, he started dating one of my friends, and they went to prom together. Fine. As long as I don't have to look at him, I'll be okay. Then at after-prom, I was playing bingo, and so was he. I wasn't looking at him. Then I won a game, and while I was looking through the prizes, he starts chucking stuff at my back and going, "Brittany, Brittany!" I got my prize, turned, and gave him the most poisonous deathglare I could muster. He did not talk to me again. It just--grr!-pisses me off that he could think we were cool! I want to bust him in that smug, lying face of his... But other than that, it was fun. My friends and I danced together in a little girl-circle, hee hee. We had a good time. Him = jerk. You = awesome. 'Nuff said.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 6:23 pm
Thanks, guys. I'm not too worried about him, though. I never, ever have to see him again. EVER.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 3:09 pm
A n g e l i c D e m o n Thanks, guys. I'm not too worried about him, though. I never, ever have to see him again. EVER.
Good. ^.^
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