So on Saturday the 7th our school held a Winter Ball to raise money for the after Prom party. I forced myself to attend. Usually that kinda thing I find a bit lame but I told myself It’s just one of those americanny things I gotta do! Thats why I’m here! So I bought myself a dress and got PUUUUMPED. The night began when Adam picked me up at my house and took a few photos with me for my mumma bear. When I got in his car I noticed a little white box on the passenger seat. Before I had the chance to move it Adam said ‘thats for you’. I sat down and opened it and what should be inside? A cute, little pink corsage! SO AMERICAN. At first I didn’t even know what to do with it. I thought it was going to be a plastic flower like the props we used when my school did footloose but NO. It was the real deal! I immediately became very excited. Adam and I rolled on in to the Activities Building fashionably late and when I say fashionably I mean it. We looked fine. The AB looked so...prom-ee. Lanterns hanging down, streamers, fairy lights, a little winter back drop in the corner for photos...it had EVERYTHING. The best bit by far was watching my friend Patches as DJ. You’d think someone as awkward as ol Patches would be the worst DJ in all the land but he really did a great job. We obviously got down and jiggy with it to classics such as: The Macarena, Love Shack, Cuban Shuffle and many other great hits!
I tell you what though guys, nothing made me feel more American than doing what Adam likes to call ‘The American Waddle’. We’ve all seen the movies where everyone is jumping up and down at the dance, bustin out some sweet moves then suddenly the music sloooooows down and everyone finds a partner, puts their arms around them and start swaying from side to side. You bette believe I did that!! 3 TIMES! I felt REE DIC OO LUS! But it was still a gay ol time. I actually enjoyed the whole event a lot more than I thought I would.
I’m going to try and get one of the student managers to film one of our next basketball practices so you Australians reading this can understand how lazy you are. For those that don’t know, student mangers are little middle-schoolers whose job is to fill up our water bottles and brings us towels, and inhalers and stuff. They’re the basketball teams bitches. Gotta love em. Anyway I have oodles of study to do now so I’ll have to go. I’ll try and post again soon. Sorry again about the long wait.
Ciao ciao for now my fury friends!
