Prom Redux

When we last left our heroes, James escorted Momo back home by limo (omg so cute), and we were left waiting in the deserted dance hall… with dessert. We gave a cake to a homeless man walking by the outside of the building, and we just shared the brownies with everyone. A dressed-up lady selling candy, cigarettes and glow wands walked by us and we had sort of a chat with her… and we gave her a brownie or two.

We had no idea what to do with our remaining time in the limo, though. We ended up using it for almost an hour less than for what we rented it. Leaving San Francisco, we went back to TL, where 80’s got in his car and I got in my car with Hannah, and everyone else stayed in the limo – from there we drove down to Denny’s. Right as we sat down, Nessa remembered that she had to leave… but by then the limo was gone. It could have driven her home. 80’s, being a dear, (and me, being a lazy-ass) drove her home. But even by the time he got back, our food still hadn’t arrived. Damn 2-in-the-morning chain restaurant service.

So Allison (Liron’s previously unannounced date) and I complained about dying from empty stomachs, and sooner or later, our food arrived.


I had the Meat Lover’s Potato Platter or summat – a hot platter complete with bacon, ham, sausage, and little baked potato bits, covered with scrambled eggs, with toast on the side. Gwah. Must not get too much into detail with the foodage, I’m starving right now.

So after that it was basically me driving Hannah home, forgetting to walk her to the door, and havin’ the sleep. It was a good night.

I’m-a talk about more recent things soon, like Sophie’s birthday party, the Mountain Play, and excerpts from my 38-page English portfolio.

And about Amelia, too.

Traces of angst, perhaps?

And once again it gets to the point where I have NOTHING to say at the worst (best?) of times. And I thought I was such an interesting person.

Amelia has confessed a good ol’ fashioned crush on me, and the feelings are being returned, and I’m trying to work it into some sort of relationship. I’m sure she is too. Yet it’s those moments where we pass each other in the hall, or actually find ourselves sitting somewhere together that I have nothing really interesting to say. But I guess the only solution is just to think of something, eh?! It’s time to generate some topics of discussion so I appear as an intriguing person OFFLINE…

But still… 3 times during the day where we find ourselves open to great discussion and I find myself straying off and trying to “save face” by going off and chatting with other people. Gah, I’m sure you understand my dilemma.

But for whatever reason, something I did at lunch was entitled “cute,” so I can’t be totally screwing up my chances at gooood comuuuunicaaaation. Wah, I’m starting to feel bad about myself. I shouldn’t do that.

Pure Genius

I’ve bragged about this for a few days already, but I recently took a sample Mensa quiz in Psychology, that tests your intelligence through finding the next number, letter, or symbol in a series. Not only was I the only one in the whole class to get a perfect score (no guessing involved), but I spent the least amount of time on it.

In other words…