Prom
Prom was a good laugh. Got a load of photos that people can have if they ask me nicely. Got picked up from Aidan's in a white stretch limo, so that’s another thing from my list I can cross out. I was the first girl to arrive, and the faces of the guys when I walked into the room were priceless. It’s nice to know that I can still have that effect on some people. It was like they had never seen me in a dress before… oh yeah, they haven’t. Skirt yes, dress no. But hey, they have now. So anyway, we all turned up on time, got in the limo, and got out of the estate before the bubbly was opened. Must be a record! Every so often Kris and Aidan were opening the window to wave at random Charvs. “Yes, it’s called Class!” was something that was said from time to time. So we’re driving through town down the quayside, and Adele’s like “wow. We’re in town in a limo. I’ve always envied those posh people who do that, now WE’RE those posh people.” Got photos taken at the Millennium bridge, but by this time its beginning to spit with rain and it’s getting at bit chilly, so the girls are all “this is very nice, but we’re freezing our butts off, can you hurry up already?!”
Got to the hotel, and we weren't the first to arrive, thank god, cos I hate being the first to arrive at events like that, cos you never know where to go or if you’re even in the right place! A little later more people turn up, and then Lucy shows up, and she looked WOW! There is no other word for it. My mouth literally fell open! Spent a part of the night shooting daggers at her boyfriends back for daring to turn up with someone else. Ok, so they’d been planning to go since they were 6, but you know what? Things change! Flow with it! Plank.
Napthan was there. She was our head of year last year, but she left. So it was good to see her again. And Grant was there too. She was asking after everyone from last year. Not surprising really, after all it is how she knows me, waiting for people who were in her tutor last year.
Got some professional photos done. One individual, one with Lucy, and one group. And I’ve seen the group’s prom photo from last year… 8? Is that all you have on yours? Call that a group? Although why we couldn’t just have about 10 on ours is beyond me. But no no, we have to get about 17 on our group photo. If someone could tell me when Napthan and Rothwell became part of our group I’d be very grateful. The guy taking them nearly had a heart attack when he saw how many people he needed to fit into the shot. And I think he did at some point! He sat Aidan down on the seat of a piano stool, or something that looked very much like a piano stool, then had me sitting on the side of it on a wooden bar thing, cos of the style of the stool. And then he went away. So there’s me, sitting on the most uncomfortable and thinnest piece of wood ever, and he buggers off. So after sitting there for about 5 minutes, I decide I need to stand up right now, but Murphy’s Law kicked in, and as soon as I had stood up the guy came back. And then he got Claire to sit on my lap. So now not only am I sitting on the most uncomfortable thinnest piece of wood ever, I’m now sitting on the aforementioned with Claire on my lap. And let me tell you, that isn’t very comfy!
But anyway, we all eventually got in the shot, and then the poor guy had to stand on the table to get a good angle to get everyone in. And the table made this very audible creak when he stood on it. So we’re all trying to smile whist hoping that the table holds out while the guy takes the shots. But anyway, they were taken, and a good one was picked, and now I just have to wait until they come to see the end result.
Had awards. I didn’t get nominated for any, but Claire and Robin were nominated for most likely to be a porn star, Larna was nominated for first to get married, and JJ was nominated for most likely to be imprisoned. But none won any. Doesn’t matter that much. Irving, (or is it Irvine? Had her 2 years, still don’t know!), won worst driver. Broosky, our head boy, went up and did a speech for best female, thanking us for nominating him etc. (he wasn’t, but it’s Broosky. It’s what he does.) And because it’s Broosky, he was saying it with his trousers round his ankles. He then fell over on the way back to his seat, but he had to go back to get the best male award.
I think he may have taken that a little too much to heart, as he then decide to show just how he was the best male, by performing a magic trick, and getting his clothes to disappear for 10 minutes whilst dancing in the idle of the dance floor. Needless to say, half the room high jacked it back to where they were sitting, with very big “I did NOT just see that!” expressions on their faces. So now a large part of the year is learning how to repress memories. I don’t think I can repress anyore without becoming a psychologists dream case!
WARNING: DEPRESSING BIT NOW
I’m going to miss people. Well, saying that, there are those who I’m not going to miss, either because I didn’t know them, or because I did, but for all the wrong reasons. But then again, saying that, the number of people who I am going to miss may not be as big a number as people think. Yes, I have a lot of friends, but there are only a few who I consider to be true friends, who know everything about me asnd still stick by me. I let everyone on a little, but there are only a few people who know everything. And I’m not going to say here who they are. They know already. And I just want to point out that if you don’t know everything then that doesn’t mean I don’t count you as a friend, because I do, I just count some people as closer friends than others. And it’s those closer friends I’m going to miss more than the others, who I will miss anyway. No offence was meant to anyone reading this. Please don't hire someone to kill me... there's a queue set up already!
Well, that’s it for now. I should have some more soon.