Homecoming

So I gave into the social pressures of homecoming week and also into the strange little girl who likes pretty things that I thought I buried in elementary school and bought tickets to go. Superficiality and capitalism go hand in hand. I bought a dress... actually my mom got really excited that I was being social for once that she bought me two dresses: one racy like every other dress that everyone else wears and one that was reminiscent of a housewife in the sixties so all my friends later told me. I played it safe.

So I went and joined a group of twenty or so girls to get ready before dinner and homecoming. After having hairspray in my sinuses and being primped like a freaking Barbie we left for dinner. Where subsequently I felt out of place.

Homecoming was interesting. I left with some friends but then there was an awkward period of time where all of my friends were grinding with their dates and miscellaneous "Joes". Well let's just say thing escalated quickly and there was more body contact than I could ever possible want in a period of two hours. Seeing highschoolers at prom is like examining wild animals in their native habitat. Strange yet intriguing.

I could feel my mother and God judging me, which is funny since I'm not at all religious.

But if you're listening society... please hear me out when I say... I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Keep your promiscuity.