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"There are other worlds than these." Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have survived the senior prom. And I even got a nice little martini glass out of the deal. In case, you know, any of you were worried about me and my curly hair the last time I updated. The hair thing didn't turn out so bad. I was afraid I was going to end up looking like my mother with her businesswoman-like curls she wears everyday to work. *shudder* But it turned out nice. Also, it turns out I don't look half bad in make-up. Who knew a little eye liner could make such a difference (no seriously...)? Still, it was annoying having that crap put on and since I appear to have a chronic flinch, I don't think I'll be wearing it again any time soon. Oh well. Anyway, the actual prom part was a lot of fun. Dinner was pretty good and I managed to not spill any of it on my dress (bonus!). I even danced a little, which is unusual for me. Something just came over me as soon as they started to play "Love Shack." I didn't even care that I was making a fool of myself. I was just having a lot of fun. Oh, and the guy who I wanted to go with spent most of the night watching the girl he asked instead dance with another guy. Ha-ha. Poor thing.
My last choir concert was the other night. An interesting experience as always. We screwed up quite a bit, but I don't think the audience noticed. They were too busy covering their ears every time there was a solo. Especially one particular one during "Bridge Over Troubled Water." It was the most awful thing I've ever heard and my parents assure me that I'm not exaggerating. It's just kind of sad because the person who sang it believes themself to be one of our school's best singers...but honestly this person can't sing worth crap. No one has the heart to say anything. Anyway, the show went on. The seniors, who were all dressed up in their prom dresses and special tuxedos, all got a chance to go up to the microphone and say a little something (your name and where you're going to school next year). I was proud of myself--I didn't trip and fall off the stage like I was sure I was going to. I even got a carnation out of it! And the carnation is still doing well after more than a week! Cool beans. It was kind of a sad night, but I'm not overly sorry to be going. Maybe I'll join the choir in college or something.
I think that's about it. Oh! I went to go see Attack of the Clones and I knew you'd all be waiting with bated breath to hear what I had to say about it since I so spectacularly insulted the Phantom Menace so I wrote a review...on something else. I need a little more time for Attack of the Clones to settle in my brain before I go writing reviews about it, so I decided instead to write a review on another, lesser known Ewan McGregor movie called Eye of the Beholder. I promise an Attack of the Clones review by the next update, though. Really. Also, I added a new story to the Words Series, in case anyone's interested (and I know you all are). This one is called "Dream."
Enjoy!
Allison
Tomorrow I Will Change
Pick Your Nose
Memoirs of a Bus Girl
Shape of a Man's Desire
Something to Believe In
Every New Beginning
Gone Fishing
Lost in Translation
Be There
There's no business like show business.
October Project Lyrics
May 25, 2002
It's not real if you can't feel it.
How come I can pick my ears but not my nose?
Taking care of business and working over time.
He tried to hide it, but he knew he'd never let it go.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Comes from some other beginning's end.
How 'bout not equating death with stopping.
Problems with bringing beloved books to the silver screen.
*proceed with caution--this stuff sucks*
Bear
Fallen
Lies
Tears
My Old Sweater
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