above: me and laura being super excited for prom night.
we went to the first year formal on friday night. she was donned in a beautiful, floor-length white gown while i wore the usual dress shirt, skinny tie, dress shirt and dress shoes. i couldn’t find my suspenders and they were sorely missed.
we headed over to chuck’s place for pre-prom festivities (drinking and photos and the such) and then we headed to ARENA.
the event itself was alright. the place was only about half full, but the plan was to drink our lives away anyway, so it didn’t really matter. chuck passed out on a bench, laura and i danced and jan got jipped out of twelve bucks.
they tried to close the open bar half an hour early, but after they realized how much of an uprising that would cause, they relented.
bartenders can be such bitches sometimes.
i spent saturday night at a bar called sparrow. it turned out to be this super hip place for young adults (mid 20’s-ish). its sign doesn’t even say sparrow – it’s just a picture of a sparrow head carved into a slab of wood.
all of the friends i came with left after about five minutes because there were too many of them and they didn’t really match the clientele. apparently they were noticeably younger than the rest of the crowd and it seemed to be an unwanted anomaly.
however, i’d already walked that far (it’s all the way in the mile end) so i decided to stay, order a mojito (recommended to me by some man outside the bar) and make friends with strangers. i ended up sitting at this table with a bunch of people, handing out relationship advice and having a good time.
at one point, some man came up to me and told me i was beautiful and i wondered why i wasn’t surrounded by more people like him.
oh well.
i suffered from sleep paralysis on sunday morning. when i realized i couldn’t move, i started to hallucinate and everything got crazily eerie. i saw weird mist and dark tendrils coming out of my bathroom and i heard knocking on my door and the wailing of small children.
it was all quite frightening until i realized i could lucid dream in such a state.
i decided to fly out my window and over the sea, but the dream became unstable and i woke up.
after this bout with terror and euphoria, laura and i went to the eaton centre to pick up wusky’s present.
he recently received the title of sports editor for one of our school newspapers so we got him a customized mug that shows these two photos on either side:
he loved it.
the weather’s getting absurdly cold again and i think i’m getting sick. my nose is all stuffed and i feel insanely tired.
i’ve decided to hole myself up in my room, drink a lot of orange juice and watch some awful television in an effort to make myself better.
i really don’t want to be ill again.