yup, you should totally get one
kuya: idc, bb. in a venn diagram, the complaining circle is fully encompassed by the negative shit circle, so you can just assume that whatever is going to come next will fall somewhere in there. it's what i doooooooooooooooo. you can think of me as the willy wonka of bitchery. available in an endless variety of forms and flavors!
sera: i know right, what the fuck? my prom shit wasn't amazing because i had like a $100 budget for my dress (hi2u bargain bin at david's bridal) but i was an exception. at our school, bitches went all out at prom.
my first dress was wack, but my second and third ones were bangin
i only went once. went to junior prom and thought, shit i would really have rather spent that money on something else. don't get me wrong, it was a fine evening. but i mean the ticket was like $50 on its own, plus dress/shoes dyed to match, plus the whole mani/pedi/waxing, then splitting the cost of a limo with friends. shit got expensive fast.
I went stag to prom.
MOSTLY BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING IDIOT
I went to prom stag, forgot to get a haircut, and drove myself. I didn't even masturbate when I got home, so I didn't even lay myself on prom night. WOO
at the end of the day it was a good experience but i was overall more happy with buying some shit that lasted more than one night after that. plus they actually breathalyzed at the door so it's not like you could pregame and roll in there loaded. bitches who showed up drunk got not only a little police action for underage drinking, but also suspended from school and if they were seniors they didn't walk at graduation.
i actually went by myself too because i was a disgusting behemoth of a person in high school. well that and the stoner dude who was actually trying to fuck me wasn't interested in prom.
there was no fucking
I had a sweet tuxedo. Black with a black shirt and a silver vest underneath. Missed valedictorian by .3%, and the person above me got their marks from choir, band, and similar bullshit.
But seriously, though, I got a hint from a girl that her friend wanted to go with me, and I liked the particular friend to begin with, I'd flirted a bit, etc., but I never got around to asking her and she went with a platonic friend of hers.
I danced up such a storm.
I am still somewhat of a behemoth at 21.
Spoiler: show
i was seriously ugly in high school. it went beyond normal ugliness. shit was inexcusable.
I had a crush on my valedictorian, and we had all the same classes together. We started talking a few months before and there was probably something there, but before I made any moves she started dating some other guy. A few weeks before prom I hear through the grapevine that she would have gone with me if she wasn't with the other guy. Now she's still with him and I probably wouldn't want anything to do with her now; since high school, my personality has altered quite dramatically to give even less of a fuck than I did back then.
god i hope i can care enough to go get my yearbook and post some hilarious pictures. seriously, it's comedy gold
our valedictorian was hot. she's the only asian person i've ever met who hasn't been a complete shitbag.