^I got inspired by Michelle's Vanessa Carlton concert, and whipped out my burned copy of Be Not Nobody. I'd forgotten how good this album was - I wonder why I deleted it from my iTunes. And thankfully, "A Thousand Miles" has not been ruined for my by it being played in White Chicks.
So...I've been pretty much MIA from xanga this summer, besides the Warped Tour entry and my not-quite-sincere-just-making-an-entry-for-the-sake-of-having-an-entry for the 4th of July (although don't get me wrong, it was a fun day) I skipped prom, graduation, and all of my summer escapades. Oops.
Prom - was a blast. My whole philosophy of prom was very, very relaxed - I didn't really see it as more than an excuse to dress up and another night to hang with friends. So it was really easy to have a roll-with-the-punches kind of attitude. Corsage fell off? I didn't like it too much anyways. Hairdo fell apart? It looks better slightly tousled. Train of my dress being bothersome? I'll just hold it. The dress was free, why complain?
I loved my group - there was almost no prom-a, everyone knew/liked each other and we kept it relatively small/intimate, unlike other prom groups that were just a trainwreck and a half. Plus, we had the prom king and queen in our limo, holla!
We had, by far, the best prom soundtracks. Going there, we had our raunchy mix ("Ooooh, Sally.
That Girl."), a white guy mix (Ska, pop-punk and country. Quote of the week, by Ryan D - "This music makes me want to marry my cousin."). And of course, our entire return trip was filled with Ryan and Jose's 80 minute loop of "What is Love". That was the highlight of prom. We were all shouting, "WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME, NO MORE" every single time it came on, and I was doing all the dramatic handwaves as I lipsynched the "whoaaaa oooh whoaaa!" parts with my water bottle/microphone. In the middle, Laurel shouted "Is anyone sick of this yet?" And
no one was sick of it. It. Was. Awesome.
Lauren's house afterward was really chill. We ate Jose's burritos (food of the gods, I tell ya), played guitar hero, and chatted around the kitched table. Our mood was pretty much "Hey, are you tired?" "No, are you tired?" "No...LET'S STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!", which led some people to kind of go crazy - I have vague memories of people sumo wrestling and trying/failing to crush soda cans on their head. By 6 AM, we were all starting to nod off. I ended up sharing Lauren's sleeping bag with Jose and Alex Colvin and sleeping for 2 hours, where Alex proceeded to roll around to cuddle up with both me and Jose. Fun times.
Most diverse prom group?
Graduation - Oh boy. I don't know, I don't really have any really introspective, existential thoughts about high school ending, but it still kind of shocks me every time I think about how everything that's familiar to me will be gone in 14 days. I definitely ended my high school career on the right foot senior year - I had lots of fun times hanging around so many great people, I liked all of my teachers, I got good grades, I went on fantastic Winter and Spring Break trips...it was hard leaving it all in June. I kept a "cry count" near the end of the year, and I cried a total of eight times (well, I also counted tearing up-but-not-full-out-cries as well):
- writing my thank-you note to Mr. Siltanen
- reading my yearbook entry from Michelle (I forgot to tell you Michelle! Your yearbook entry made me tear up)
- Mr. Teixeira's goodbye to our class (his final words: "Please,
please don't make these years the best years of your life. There's still so much out there to explore that high school is nothing compared to it.")
- Saying goodbye to Mr. Manno on the last day of school
- Saying goodbye to Mr. Teixeira the next day when I had him sign my book slip and yearbook
- Mr. Siltanen's speech during graduation
- GRADUATION. Oh boy, what a bawl-fest.
- Rereading Siltanen's speech the weekend after graduation
Although, if you want a real gauge of how sad I was...Saturday after grad night, I was feeling really down about high school ending. I tried reading and cleaning but nothing cured my melancholy. I thought "well, I'll just go to bed early tonight". I showered and turned on the TV, just to see what was on, and it was AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW. My bad mood instantly flew out the window and I was just like "OMG AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW!!" hahaha. But after that I mellowed down to a sad, but calm acceptance of the end of high shool.
Well, that at least covers up until the end of June. Up next: SUMMER 2008.
-Wendy
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You have a copy of Siltanen's speech? I loved it, could I get a copy?