Current mood:	determined
Current music:	Violinist of Hameln opening theme

I thought some.
Grace's post made me aware of the fact that, hey, we're graduating. x_o; It's insane, it seems like high school went by so fast.

Sheila said she's having a post-prom party... This is weird, but I'm actually thinking hard about whether or not I should go. I mean, there was a time when I said I didn't want to go to my senior prom.

Argg, pre-prom anxiety~~ How I loathe thee.

But, um, Charlie emailed me. ::^^:: It was nice, y'know, because I figured I was being left to recover of my own accord, since, of course, I have the best constitution in the world (...no! duhr! x_X!!).

Note to self: Work out! My God! X_X

My prom strategy is to go unnoticed. That way, I can pick my conversations and situations and have no one but myself to blame for a bad time, should I have a bad time. But I choose not to have a bad time, because this is my senior prom, and I shouldn't be having a bad time. Friendliest Girl should have a good time.

And that's what I'm going to do, even if I can't swing dance.