Friday, April 11, 2003
at 7:18 PMI Don't Like To Be Tricked
I received one of the nominations for my high school's equivalent of Prom Queen. Mr Gregorski called all the nominees down to his office this morning to inform us we each owe him a one hundred fifty-word essay by Wednesday. He also broke the devastating news that neither Mr. nor Miss KHS gets to wear a crown. Pssh. Such an award is not worthy of me, then.
Mr. Gregorski also said he would at midnight the night of prom announce the winners, to which I immediately ejaculated,"You mean I have to stay that long?"
Everyone else giggled in an, "Oh, that Lauree!" manner. I do appreciate it; if nothing else, it means many people know who I am.
When I informed The Father, he inquired as to whether my prom night might end in a state remarkably similar to the conclusion of Carrie, to which I responded with my customary slanty-eyes/pursed lips expression.
