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I feel like I should blog about prom. It was an important experience in my life (so I've been told) and I do tend to recount those here. Though I hate the thought of forced writing. Me telling you stories can't possibly be fun to read. But it's senior ditch day and I don't feel like studying so...

So Saturday night. People came over, my mom and I argued about my hair, we took pictures, we found out you can fit exactly 16 people in my shower (though not very comfortably). The party bus got here, we got on, signed a waiver, broke a glass (and all yelled "Opa!" in honor of Maria), and Nate swung from the ceiling poles. We got to the prom, ate some crap chicken, took a giant group picture, danced, and the girls took a few cumulative trips to the bathroom. It was over much to quickly for the amount of work that went into it. We danced the whole way home.

Back at my place we played a midnight game of hide and seek on the golf course. Quite a site it must've been to see roughly 20 teenagers running around in semi-prom attire. You're partner was your date. Alex and I ended up taking a nap in a sand trap. Starring up at the sky, it was oddly parallel to our first date, but it was definately different this time. He's just so hot and cold and it's the most frustrating thing ever. Every time I think we take a step forward, we take two steps back. He told me (or correction, texted) that he just wants to be friends, but then I hear he's bitching to his friends about how it was too weird to ask me to prom. I thought he was having a good time dancing with me, but it was like one minute he was pulling me closer and the next he'd be pulling his hand away if I'd try to hold it. And then we're laying there talking and he starts telling me about the two girls he'd been debating between asking to prom. Like, um, hello? Hi, I'm the girl you just went to prom with. You're well aware I have a rather large crush on you. Thanks so much for letting me know you weren't even thinking of going with me. On the bright side it's good to know that when I asked him it "took the pressure off" cause he didn't have to think about it any more. Well, whew, glad I was here to make you're life easier for you buddy boy. But you know, on the other hand, it's making me glad I'm not really friends with any of these "almosts" I've had. It hurts way to much to spend every second your with someone desperately wanting to kiss them all while knowing there busy thinking of someone else.

It was extra awkward cause the next morning my mom was asking me about him. Like "Why don't you like him Katherine? He was cute and very polite. Is he a smart boy? He seemed nice." xD