Prom...

Alright, here's what's up.
Prom was weird. Prom is usually the "night of your life" or "a night to remember". For me, prom was just another dance but I felt obligated to get a date. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanted one, but still. The obligation sucks. Stupid prom, making me get a date. And the date I had wasn't even my first choice. I had to ask two other people but they both said no. Stupid boys. Saying no to me.
I did have fun at prom though. It was a night full of cheap food, aching feet and bad music. I looked great though. I had this very old-Hollywood look and I must say, I looked like I fell right out of the old pictures from the golden age of film. I was like Elizabeth Taylor. I love Elizabeth Taylor. She's my best friend. We go fishing every Tuesday night and ballroom dancing every Thursday. It makes for an interesting week.
But, overall, prom was a lot of fun, even if I didn't have the perfect date. Silly Quinn.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Worrried Much?

Alright, here's what's up.
So, I'm not worried. No, I'm never worried. I'm freakin terrified. I am so scared of graduation. Why? Because graduation is the final frontier and it means that I'm an adult. Like, an official adult, who has to pay bills and do stuff that's adult-like. That sucks. I don't want to be an adult. I still run up the stairs like an animal   and build forts in my living room. So, obviously, I'm not ready to grow up. I'm terrified to graduate and become and adult because adults don't have any fun. Ever. At least it seems like they don't. Silly adults. Never having any fun.
You know, I'm just going to move to Neverland where I don't have to grow up. Sounds like a great plan to me!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.