So because I'm a completely nonconforming individual, I'm really into Glee. And of course tonight's episode got me thinking about prom, which is never a good thing. My prom is sort of freakishly similar to Mercedes's prom. Our dresses were very much a like: SEE ABOVE. Pink. Beaded. Pickups. Cheap.,as was our situations. I did not want to go to prom. I didn't like to dance. I didn't have a lot of friends, and I didn't have a date. (Like Sam, I didn't have money either.)I especially didn't want to go because my best friend had an obnoxious boyfriend and after homecoming I decided that I was definitely not going to prom with them. Then they broke up. But I still wasn't going to prom. My friend, however, decided that she needed some male attention and we were hanging out with this boy who started talking about prom. He said we should hang out there and stuff. I told him I probably wouldn't go, but we'd hang out if I did. Somehow, all my Rachel's fault, he decided that we had both agreed to be his dates. He then insisted that we all ride in a limo. (I hate limos.) I don't remember, but I guess that I agreed to all of this somehow. But John Groff gets all jealous and asks my Rachel out to prom like a week or two before prom. So she just adds him into our group. This doesn't matter to me too much because I don't want to go to prom, so none of it matters. Then we go to prom. Our Sam spends the night telling me how much he loves Rachel. John wanders off all of the time and Rachel whines. Then I dance by myself a lot until John convinces the guy that I like to pity dance with me. I have now developed a sort of twitch every time I think about prom because it was a pity dance and I was humiliated. He didn't like me back, which was fine. I just don't want to dance with someone who doesn't want to dance with me. It was horrible. So Mercedes and I had the same prom, but hers was cute and mine was humiliating and irritating. I wish I could do it all over again. I would go. Alone. And I would dance like crazy. I love dancing now and I'd love to go dancing somewhere that's not a sleezy club. So now I really feel like going to a prom. I hate prom.
