NOT. NOTNOTNOTNOTNOT. If you even for a second actually believed the three sentences above...wow. Well. I don't know what to say that'd really express my reaction and at the same time not offend you, so I'd rather not say anything. If you're a guy who was sitting at the same table as I during the night of March 12, 2005 (i.e. date of mine or my friends), I'd appreciate it if you kindly clicked on the back button NOW and spare yourself from wasting precious minutes of your life reading what I want to say because you'll only end up hating me for it. Okay? You have been warned; don't blame me for exercising my freedom of speech.
Needless to say, I didn't enjoy the ball. At all. That shouldn't be very surprising, should it? I mean, as I've said before, I really don't enjoy these money-wasting, stress-inducing pathetic excuses for social events. I never have, and I never will. Which is why I am SO unbelievably bloody thankful that THIS sti-uuupid effing graduation ball will be the last event I am ever going to in my life!
Well, in comparison to last year where I'd have to include the disaster that is pre-prom in evaluating how terribly wonderful the prom in its entirety was, I would say the ball wasn't exactly nearly as bad. Close though, maybe. Part of me feels sort of guilty that I always manage to make such a lousy date, but the other part of me feels that the world is just SO unfair, never letting me be set-up with someone who isn't trying to kill me with either silence and boredom or too much dancing (or all three at the same bloody time).
The night started out reasonably fine. The car ride was probably the best part of the night (pathetic? yes, I thought so), where we actually had a conversation going on. I don't know what went wrong after, when we got to New World, except maybe we had absolutely nothing in common therfore we had nothing else to talk about, having exhausted all the possible boring standard topics of conversation. Ugh, it just frustrates me to death that I couldn't find something concrete to chatter mindlessly about...not that I was particularly willing to chatter mindlessly like I was having a dialogue with myself.
Kathryn, Mi-chan, and mg all seemed to be doing quite fine with their dates. Frankie and date were just as quiet as me and mine, but theirs was like, a comfortable silence. Not that "silence" can ever really be comfy when you're beside a guy in a social event and you two are expected to talk, laugh and smile at each other like there's no tomorrow.
Diverging for a while, I'd just like to say that it was Mara's debut the night before ball, March 11. And that was tons of fun, since I was sitting with people I'm totally comfortable with and feel at ease around, whether in silence or not. The ball, on the other hand, was a completely different story. We had dates we were obliged and compelled to entertain and amuse.
There was also a food incident. Well, I thought the food was good for the most part; I was even willing to overlook the tastelessness of the pasta. But there was this one time I was staring at something weird on my plate. It was supposed to be a pea I suppose, only it was really black and had bumps and was as hard as a rock. Now I don't know if I looked really stupid trying to inspect my meal and make sure it was safe to eat, but SOMEone decided to pick on me for doing it anyway. Hmm, I do believe a certain SOMEone casually commented to his date, "She looks like it's the first time she's ever seen a pea in her life." And guess what? I am seriously taking offense at that, you moronic pratty dumbass jerk of an idiot! Yeah, you being the same idiot who also has naked women set as wallpaper somewhere in the depths of your disgusting idiot phone!
Who KNOWS what million other rude, snide comments dropped from his mouth to fall on the ears of one of my closest friends. No wonder she hated him and kept telling me so until the start of dinner; I wonder if she thinks any differently now. Where did she pick him up anyway? I mean, I know Xavier isn't exactly a hotbed for chivalrous, dashing, respectable gentlemen, but I didn't know just how much it wasn't.
And I told you Kathryn, post-ball wasn't such a good idea, was it? It would have been infinitely more fun without our--I mean your--dates too. Actually, the whole ball would've been much muuuch better without the essence of "guys you've never met before and sure as hell are not comfortable with" stinking up the place, especially guys similar to the idiot described in the previous two paragraphs.
What did we accomplish on the night of March 12 and the wee hours of March 13's morning? I don't know about anyone else, but I just gained a few pounds, scorn, offensive comments, and the un-friendship of several people. *Sighs exasperatedly* I just don't see the point! How can anyone enjoy these things??
I'm not in a writing mood today; haven't been inspired at all lately, and have already wasted too much of my Sunday night on this as it is. But there is still one thing left to talk about...
So I finally, FINALLY reached my blessed home, gone upstairs, and divested myself of restricting clothing. Someone was helping to take out the billion pins in my hair, and I felt like taking my corsage off (thank the Lord for putting the thought into my mind). One minute the corsage was lying oh so innocently on my desk, and the next I saw something protruding, wiggling right out the top of the flowers (which were white but had dark edges so I presumed they were dying, much like me last night). My first thought was, "What, is there like, a wind in here or something?" This was of course not very bright of me, but you'll understand that I'd just endured a looong evening. So I looked more closely...only to receive a nasty shock: it was a WORM! I was actually carrying a one-inch long green little creepy crawly thing on my wrist the whole night!
You cannot possibly imagine how disgusted I was at the thought. I was having a mini-freak-out session, torturing myself with unbidden images of "what if" scenarios that mostly consisted of the worm having crawled out of its snug little bed of petals to grace me with its magnificent presence at any point during the lovely ball evening. I'm really grateful that the worm had the decency to wait until I'd gotten home before it decided to make an appearance, because if it had shown up during the ball proper or even during post-ball...I shudder to think what my reaction would have been. It was just SO disgusting. I hate cockroaches the most, but I think spiders and worms are now just as horrid.
Way after the ball is over, there are still going to be lingering aftershocks too, not so much of the worm, but of the company we kept. Meaning, I would have liked to think that I'd never get to see any of the guys at the table ever again and therefore leave the humiliation and scorn of the ball to just that evening, but unfortunately no. And that's because I'll be seeing them pretty soon in Ateneo. Ohhhh, bloody wonderful. Here's hoping they have a really bad case of short-term memory and never recognize me again!
The only cheerful note to any of this is that this ball is the very last one I am EVER going to as long as I live. GOODBYE all the hassle! (i.e. globs of make-up and hairspray) GOODBYE vocally-challenged dates! GOODBYE people I have nothing in common with! I shall never have to put up with you again, nor you I! Doesn't that just sound FAB?! GOOD RIDDANCE!! FOREVER!!! This grad ball is my last worst memory of ICA, and I refuse to really care anymore because it's finally OVER and I never have to deal with any of this ever again. HAH.
Afterthought: I KNEW I should've just made myself sick Friday night. I would've had more fun that way, no awkward silences or irritating prats.