The Prom

07/03/2009

So it was my brothers prom today. i went to see him off, but i didnt dress up all smart just to wave goodbye. he came into the room (after going through my stuff to find my digital camera) and ordered me to go and change and put a dress on. And i was like fuck you, so i wore my mini shorts and a slipknot shirt and converse and no makeup. what a prick.

so we took him all the way to maldon to get on this special old fashioned bus they were all arriving in. And i was jealous cos at my prom no one wanted to arrive with me, and i ended up arriving on my own. with my dad. yay.

but anyways, it looked fun on the bus, and when we finally got back to his school the place was packed with jordan lookalikes. Literally every girl had come in a giant pink glitzy heap of fluff. and all of them had waists as thin as my wrist. it was a giagantic monsterous assault on my self confidence. or what was left of it.

so we waited around for the coaches to arrive to take them to this amazing posh restuarant and dance place thats practically a castle. and i was jealous agaiin cos all i got was a sweaty sticky shithole dive called zest nightclub. where two people got shot and killed 2 weeks after our prom. yeah.

and i saw liz briefly but she didnt want to be seen with doggy old me when she had all her fashionable friends to talk to. i didnt even have time for a picture, and i was like yeah i really feel like your friend now dont i.

at least keighly had time to speak to me, but i dont think my mum liked her much. she was going on about these guys that were near us, and how she didnt hang around with them anymore because they were both bums, they smoke weed and had been done for shoplifting.
And my mum goes "that keighly has turned out sensible" or some old trash and i was like yeah . . .

oh and then i had the joy of seeing my estranged relatives. that was also fun

but it was o.k cos right here next to me is that whisky i bought of liz's dad on wednesday