Formal aka the Gayest Prom Ever

Good thing I'm not going. I was going to, don't get me wrong, I wanted to, but I really don't want to anymore.
So it's good that I didn't buy a dress and ticket.

I called Gerson to finally put an end to my misery. He was working and was "on the stairs" so he wants to "talk later".
He said he'll call me when he gets home.
We'll see about that.
Otherwise... what about today? What am I going to do?
I already put up pictures from my newly torn-up magazine (one of my favorite things to do lol).. Checked just say hi (3 messages from cool peoples)..
I washed my hair last night because I can't use that hair dye. My hair is relaxed and at the time straightened with a flat iron too. Haha two "no's".
So...
Oh yeah Thursday Mrs. Kline (yearbook adviser/teacher) gave me an email from my (hopefull) teacher next year for yearbook, Mrs. Lint, that said to pass on to me some information about a publications camp this July in Downtown Dallas. Sounds fun. Mom said I can go. :-)
THOSE SHOES ARE MYYNEEEE BETCH
Haha I love Kelly. And shoes.
But back to today... I can straighten my hair and style it. And take pictures.
Lol. Funnnn. Oh yeah and guess who's eating Soprano's tonight?
Erinnnnnnn
:-)
I'm actually happy for a change this week.