I feel like dancin' tonight. I'm going to party like it's my civil right. It doesn't matter where. I don't care if people stare;

Why hello there, blog. It's 3 a.m. So much work went into that 3 hour period of which was prom. It was INSANE. Now I remember why I don't do stuff like that. xD I mostly fought off my cold in time. I guess that's the wonder of nothing but sleeping and drinking water for three days. Now I have to make up a bunch of tests come Monday...Oh well. I really need to wash my sheets. I'll do that tomorrow... Anyway, back to prom. Despite the stress of all of us getting ready in time (the expertise of Janis and Jamie in the hair and makeup department) it was sort of fun. More fun because of the people I was surrounded by. I would have changed some of the music choice at prom, those shoes possibly killed my feet, and I had several cough attacks because of my cold still barely hanging on. Plus Courtney and Katie decided to stalk me a lot. That was not appreciated. No I did not want to dance with them. And no I didn't want a huge hug that almost knocked out my hair, or an awkward picture. But it was fun. My parents were so cool about having everyone over. (We spent over like six hours in a bathroom which can fit like eight people in it). And they made a fabulous dinner I wish I could eat more of and will probably be heating up left overs of tomorrow. They were just really great about it all. Plus, I sort of felt elegant and pretty all dressed up. My dress was amazing. I got compliments, plus I got to dance and scream Ke$ha's "We R Who We R" at the top of my lungs. Too bad they only played like 20 seconds of Blow. D: I actually danced, when my feet weren't killing me. Well, they always were. But I'm proud of myself, for dancing. Never did I think I'd ever go to prom or dance it at for that matter. Oh and I'm pretty sure I might not even have hit sixty as my bowling score afterwards. Bowling in a dress is really difficult. Oh and on the way there I got pulled over. Let's not forget about that....I should have just drove my own car. Gah, I always forget how to work the lights on my dad's car. Mine are on automatically. D; Good thing he let us off with just a warning. Although I just about peed my pants with nervousness when we were waiting all pulled over for him to get out of his police car. Sydnee= panicked. Popo shut us down....sort of.