Prom Recap

I. Am. Exhausted.

But it was fun! I was glad I waited until my senior year to participate in any type of school dance--specifically prom. It was fun, but a lottt of money was spent on it. I sometimes feel bad that I am so cheap, but then again, I'm terrified of spending money frivolously, especially in large amounts at once. Anyways, my friends and I did not take it as seriously as others did, we took pictures that were not as fancy as others, and waited until the group pictures to put our act together (which most of them we photo-bombed anyway). Considering we had an hour and a half to take pictures, we had to do something entertaining, so we joked and took silly pictures.

Basically when we walked into the house we should have held a fat sign that said "Cool Kids Alert"

Another pro of prom night, no drugs or alcohol was involved! For a (as my art teacher refers to me) "little Mormon girl" like myself, that was enjoyable. And I was scared mostly about the dance itself, usually those include lots of uncomfortable "dancing", but funny enough, there wasn't a bunch of it going on! 1 or 2 songs, couples who were grinding would bump into me, and I'd yell at them to stop "throwing off my groove", so that was fun to see their reactions. It's almost like the environment knew that a Mormon girl was coming.

After prom was an after party, which included campfire, s'mores, and a game called "cards against humanity" which is basically a rated R version of the game "apples to apples". At about 2am my dad finally texted me saying to finally get home (which in all honesty I was ready to leave by 10:30, but I did not want to be a party-pooper). When I got home I took a shower due to my OCD about going to bed feeling clean, so that I wouldn't make my bed smelly or dirty. Plus I just sleep better after a nice shower. Then I decided to make a quick sign to leave on my door, which included: "Please, for the love of everything beautiful on this earth PLEASE...let me sleep in? I might actually die if I wake up" in anticipation for waking up at 9am the next morning for church...

My dad laughed...and woke me up anyway. I might has well been asleep the whole day because I was out of it and slurring my words all day until I got home at 1:15, and when I did, I went strait back to bed and slept until 5:00. It was beautiful. Yet, I'm still exhausted, and ready for bed, and the thought of waking up at 7am tomorrow for school makes me cry a little on the inside.