friday night was the school dance. school dances are usually not prioritized on my list, but being that i am on student council this year, i felt obliged to come. most of my friends are in the same situation, and therefore we felt the need to make the guys come. our efforts proved fruitful: every single male that is half decent in our school showed up. wow, since when are my friends and i that convincing? these guys must be on crack.

so anyway, all my friends were there, which made it a tad more than a total waste of my precious friday night. we all just hung out...maybe danced for 10 minutes out of the 2 hour time period. but who actually dances at a dance anyway?

the thing is, the chaperones are hella strict. MUCH worse than they were last year. and although there were only three of them, they seemed to be EVERYWHERE. i think there was some pro-creating going on in the back room. or maybe we have a cloning device somewhere? hmmm....

well. point being that if scary spanish teacher and company saw a male and a female touching they were right there up your ass about it. thus there was no physical interaction between genders.

but it got to a point where it was really crazy. like one time during the night, myself, richard, katherine, joe, chuck, ross and a couple other people were hanging out in the back of the gym so we could get away from all the other shit. i was sitting up, and richard was lying down in my lap. nothing sexual at all...he was tired. of course acne-prone science teacher, one of the chaperone crew, managed to find a way over there and seperate us. um, right. what was richard gonna do, suddenly turn over and eat me out? in the middle of a school dance while i was wearing jeans and we were sitting with like 5 other people? right, thats realistic. but not like we could do anything about it, so we proceeded to get up and relocate our sorry asses elsewhere. like outside in the hallway, where all the lights were on. ugh.

at one point during the night we were planning on sneaking out. so we looked into it. and no, we're not like most stupid, immature middle-schoolers. we're actually good at things like sneaking out. so we explored our options with expertese, and discovered they had locked every fucking door in the whole school. they trapped us. so we sat back down in our new found spot, the middle of the fucking hallway, and began to complain like 6 year olds who have just been sent to their room. and thus concluded our night of fun at the school dance.

don't you wish your school had such good dances? i know you do, don't lie. you are TOTALLY jealous. hah.