So Formal went well...okay...as well as it can go in an All Girl school with half of the attendees being drunk off their asses.

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So I went to Winter Formal I am crazy about. It went very well on my part. She came thirty minutes late to my house, which made me flip out...which is wierd because the doctors have me on tranquilizers after I had a "Seizure-like episode". I thought she wasn't coming, turned out the tree that she used to remember my house by was cut down, so she couldn't identify my house any more....town houses with crappy ass address numbers, SUCK!!!!! When we got there all the teachers were all "Catherine, you're so brave," or, "Catherine, I am proud to see that a girl with your condition ready to come out and be with your peers," which all means...we don't know how to deal with the fact that your brained shut down in school and we really don't know how to deal with the fall out. Because you see the "Seizure like" episode happened the day before formal, and I had a hard time sitting properly for class. Well after that we took our Formal picture...which I will love dearly. Then we ate...she thought it was funny how I was the only one who knew proper ettiquite for formal eating, so I look like a pompous a-hole while everyone was eating like normal. We then took our group picture, which was great because the photographer told my date to put her arms around my waist. Then we danced the night away...it was mostly hyphy music...which sucked, but we danced anyways. When they played techno we broke out the glow sticks we snuck is and raved on the DJ platform. I had another seizure like episode, and she stayed with me till it cleared. We then freaked with eachother... which I have to admit I love. She accidently brushed against me when I was having a kissing tic, so I accidently kissed her shoulder. She just laughed and kissed me on the cheek which sent me over the moon. After the formal was over we went to a cafe, where our friends and us reminnised the past four years, and talked about our future. Then we took some pictures in the cafe. Then we took the long way home, which was nice, because she knew how much I didn't want to go home, but we weren't invited to any parties, so we had nothing to do. We parked at my house and we talked some more. It was nice. I really enjoyed the night...too bad half our cameras got stolen or switch aroundby the ghetto fabulous jackasses. Or how oneboy slapped his girlfriend, and how her friends just ignored it, we got the teachers to check in on that. Or how our friends brought a gay couple of boys who's parents won't let them see each other, only to have their parents come in and dragged them away. Or how the chocolate fondue fountain got pushed onto this one girl, by the boys, the poor girl had to get a change of clothing. But I had a lot of fun and I can't wait to go to prom.

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raining men's picture

Nice

Does sound like a cool time. I'm gald you enjoyed, you needed it

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