|[||mood|||||run down to the bone||]|
|[||music|||||Pinball Wizard-The Who||]|
I just got back from my senior prom. It was at the San Francisco Exploratorium this year. We could dance and go look at the various exhibits at the same time. Some were kind of pointless due to the loud music blaring at the same time. I was the only girl to wear a suit, and I was very glad I did. Everybody was fussing over their bras and their legs and their underwear lines. I didn't have to worry about that at ALL. And a certain someone was wrong, I didn't get called a dyke once. Except by Flo, and that was a joke, and then she said, "I took your dyke virginity." And then she thought about that for a bit and was like, waaaait.
But now that the magic has worn off I'm stuck with bright blue nails, sore feet from the high heels, and a fond desire to teach my fellow high schoolers about music. Sigh, oh well. If they think Usher's "Yeah" is a paragon of musical virtue, than there might be nothing I can do.
To whom it may concern . . .going to see Flo perform with the Stanford Savoyards tommorrow.