ANNACIRCLES - [Hastily] 匆匆

Saturday was my senior prom, first and last dance I’ve ever been to in high school. Someone asked me whether I regret not going to any previous dances; I’m not sure how to respond to that except by saying that I’ve never regretted any of my decisions. Do I sound very full of myself?

I have a habit of not recording details down, but I want to look back at this entry a few years from now and read about how my senior prom went, so here goes

The day started with me being late (=_=;;). I was supposed to get up at 5:30 A.M. to go to school because it was state orchestra competition day. Unfortunately, I again slept through the alarm and did not wake up until 6:06 A.M. when my friend called me (double =_=). Thankfully the bus doesn’t leave until 6:30 A.M., and I basically drove to school half-awake.

Skipping over the actual competition, we won 1st place at State. First year back to competition and already a first place, not bad huh? We opened with Berstein’s Mambo, from West Side Story. It’s a very energetic piece, with a lot of drums involved. The performance on that piece was almost flawless. The second piece was Grainger’s Irish Tune; it should sound familiar to everyone, since it’s the original music for Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up. Our last piece was Tchaikovsky’s Symphony #5 Finale. This is my least favorite piece - it’s long and hard to put together.

(^) That was all very off-topic XD Anyway, at about 5 P.M. I went to a friend’s house to get ready for prom. Since I don’t even come close to owning any type of cosmetic products, my friend said she would do my hair & makeup. With all the hassle, we ended up being 1.75 hour late for the dinner =_=;; Despite the extreme lateness, the dinner was wonderful. We had it at a friend’s house, everyone brought some food, and we ended up with more than we can ever eat. The dessert (Key Lime pie from Shapiro’s) was like absolute heaven.

And then I remembered that I forgot my prom ticket +_+;;; Thus driving back home to get it and became even later to the dance. The actual dance was better than I imagined. The theme, Arabian Nights, was very pretty, with palm tress scattered throughout. On the actual dance floor was pretty much what I expected to see - a lot of couple-y things that I really didn’t need to see, but I guess it’s the downside of going alone, right?

The dance ended at midnight, but it took us 45 minutes to wait in line to get shoes and jackets at the coat check =_=;; Should have been smart and just froze on the way over After changing, we went to one of my friends’ restaurant and played Taboo and a little Wii, through which I discovered that I REALLY REALLY suck at Super Mario Smash… Ate a TON of food at the after-party, was afraid of spontaneously combusting into a balloon when I woke up (which was 6 P.M. the next day).

That was my prom adventure. I definitely enjoyed it - the $32.5 ticket may not have been completely worth it, but I’m glad I spent the money in exchange for a night with friends. At the dance, I looked at all the couples (including some of my friends) touching and kissing and doing other intimate actions in front of me, and I silently wished that there would be one more dance, so I can drag some guy with me and completely embarrass all my friends like they did me XD

That definitely was not very good writing =_=;; But at least I recorded the basic events, right? Pictures below, the tallest girl is me

*Hopefully I’m not hard to recognize?* I always say that I don’t want to become involved in any relationship until perhaps the last year of college. My friends tell me that I’m mature for thinking that way, but I kind of doubt that I am. Why did I say that? Partially because I don’t want a relationship to take up my study time - qualification for med school isn’t easy, which is why I’m putting myself on a tight schedule starting a few month ago, to make sure I don’t get lazy in college. But is that all the reason? Absolutely not. I know that when I go to college, a majority of my friends are still going to be Asian, and I definitely know that my physical appearance isn’t popular in that circle - I’m taller than a bunch of Asian guys, and even though I’m not fat, I’m not the skinny type either. What kind of a future do I envision? Probably working a lot before meeting someone who is willing to marry me. Romance is not what I envision anymore - it seems very much like a teenage dream now. Maybe my life really comes down to my name, ordinary.