tonight's the night. and all night. and every night.

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i've been thinking about grad night quite alot recently, and why i actually paid the money to go. what are we going to do? take pictures? i dont like taking pictures. you kind of stand there grinning away while flashes explode in your face. if you're lucky. if not, you just stand there while the person taking the photo tries to deal with every technical failure the camera throws at him, until you hear the welcomed "oh.... that's the button..." and the end result is a picture of your facial muscles looking very strained indeed. well, so yes we'll take pictures. then?

i suppose at some point we will be eating something. so yea, that's okay.

the student council will do whatever it is they've planned to do as entertainment. hopefully genie will not be any part of it. i felt so bad for her, because everyone was just gaily chatting away while she was singing and making strange turn-up-the-volume movements with her hands. i tried to politely keep quiet, but i didnt really want to encourage her either. so i just looked casually around the hall, pretending i didnt know she was there. where are all her "true friends", you know, the ones that are supposed to be brutally honest with you and save you from, say, singing in front of a hall full of cynical, jaded teenagers? i dont know, it was just sad.

okay, so after the entertainment then what? are we supposed to dance? if we are then i suppose someone will play music and we'll all sit giggling nervously, waiting for someone to go and dance first, and then staring at the people who do dance. weird. and does that mean that people will be asking you to dance? i dont know, it's all seeming more and more disastrous by the moment.

i hope people arent going to cry. i mean, it's not really that sad. if you've made good friends, you'll keep in touch, and if you haven't, well then yea that's pretty sad, but you probably wouldnt come to grad night in that case anyway.

sigh, grad night is such a girl thing. the whole set up is too stifling to be orientated towards guys at all. guys are rowdy, and like to do strange things like strip each other or dump their friends into koi ponds. girls are giggly, so its okay, because we can sit and giggle, but its quite hard to sit and dump someone into a pond at the same time. and girls like to be pretty, so we do the whole dressing up thing okay, and if all conversation fails us, we can still analyse the dress of the girl at the next table, or pay each other dishonest compliments. what do guys even talk about?

grad night doesnt look too promising.