I should probs be sleeping

But there's the internet.
Prom was last night. FUN TIMES. I didn't dance as much as I usually do. Grinding lost its appeal once I realized about a year ago that it's really boring, it's dry humping, and it's just a competition for girls to try to give guys erections for extended periods of time. Plus, there's the erection face on every guy while they're dancing, and it's much funnier to look at from afar than to take part in the action.
I kinda felt like a sock-hop girl from the fifties, though. Short dress and a hair-do on the side. I actually do own a poodle skirt. G's mom made it for me.
So Nique left her Psychology outline on my desk for some reason. She also moved a lot of the shit I left on my desk to the floor, like my washcloth. Oh, and she also broke my Swiffer duster like a bitch. At least she left my five bucks. It's comforting to share my space with an empty room.
...I guess I should probably sleep. Sigh.
G'night, lovely world with lovely people and lovely moments.