Win!ter formal...

...was fun! Despite the NASTY dancing and the NASTY people doing all of that...suggestive... bleh. It's so upsetting it makes me inarticulate.

However, I did not partake in the said NASTY activities, but rather danced with my friends. Hmph. And I ate cheesecake.

What more can one say about a dance? Maybe an interviewer might help.

(By the way... I found that picture on yahoo. I was totally dressed like that. Stylin.)

Interested Person: Did you dance? An anonymous source informed us that you did not "dance" at "dances" until the very end of eighth grade.

Me: Embarassment... but yes, I did dance.

Interested Person: With whom?

Me: With every boy in the room. Just kidding! Hahahaha.... he... anyways. I danced with my friends, because they're more fun, and it's much more comfortable.

Interested Person: Did anything odd happen?

Me: Well, I kept feeling slightly claustrophobic due to the density of the crowd.

Interested Person: Hm. This conversation is boring me.

Me: Psh. Thanks a lot.

Interested Person: Let's get into juicier stuff. Hmm... We know! Did you witness any dramatic displays?

Me:Nope.

Interested Person: Didn't anything exciting happen?!
Me: My shoes were gorgeous.

No-longer-interested Person: Ookay, well then, we're never talking again...

Me: It's not my fault that I don't get into dramatic arguments, or have star-crossed romantic flings! Gosh.

Really-uninterested-person: Hey, is that a popular, stupid, dog-carrying celebrity over there? I could make a fortune off of paparazzi pictures! Mwahaha!

Me: *shakes head* Whatever.