just dance, gonna be okay.

i went for my first dance. :O

it was fun(: and my inhibitions were totally vanished. at first i wasn't going to go because

1. i didn't have anything to wear
2. so totally dance nooby
3. shiteloads of homework

but then my lurvely friends were so sweet and so convincing(seriously guys, you should be salespeople) and ONE GIRL surprised me "SO" so much, because she actually brought 2 black dresses and a white jacket to school for me to try. :')

in the end though, they both didn't fit, so i was like "dammit." and decided to opt for what i ALWAYS wear, grey top & white denim 3/4s. at first, i was going to go to wong's house to get ready, but then at the last moment, i decided to go to tang's. lucky i did! she saw me and was like, "you ALWAYS wear that" so she magicked(maybe not) this dress from nowhere(her closet) and was like "GO! TRY IT!".

so guess what? i WENT and TRIED IT. it fit! because my FRIEND IS SKINNY TOO no matter what she thinks. so i was like yayyy woohoo etcetc and then her mommy offered to curl my hair. who was i to refuse it? my hair looked better shoulder-length and curly wurly. this has led me to ponder my hair decisions. (call me vain but hey, i have to look at this face for my whole life)

then i went to the dance feelin pretty dayumm good, but as we walked up the steps i felt a tad stupid. lonerish. kiddie. same meaning. suddenly, like 5 people ambushed me from behind. it was the 9th floor-ers! aww lub em. so i was okay after that and i jumped around with my farmer suennie and had a blaast(:

remind me to go to the next one?