The end is only the beginning of the end.

Prom. Prom was good. Prom was great.
It had its ups and downs.
Ups: being, finally, in harrisonburg again, on my own, with a car.
Downs: the police
Writing this is like flicking through a mental slide show of what happened. It was great in some ways. Really really great, sort of like...generic high school prom great? And I guess way more. I finally got to meet those people that I wanted to meet, and that have apparently, without my knowledge, have wanted to meet me too, and always greet me with "I've heard so much about you." This greeting is hard to respond to. You can't lie and say, "I've heard so much about you too" if you haven't, you have to say "I love being here" or, "It's great to finally meet you." The road trip was really great and that evening, with all those people and Iron Man and my dog cake and everything was really really nice. And there was staying up late into the night and as Larry likes to put it "The bumpin and grindin and sex and butt doing on the dance floor". Thanks Larry for eating my cake, it was really nice seeing you. One more prom to go, which is mine and will be incredibly more chill I believe. Just going to play some wii and dress up and watch some stars and dance to some really bad music. I think that that is my only huge beef with prom. The music. I would really appreciate some decent techno, even though the DJ played Sandstorm, which I believe is about as good as its going to get. Oh well, maybe one day they'll have actual DJs- that means you Jerm. Sorry to all those people I never texted back and thank you to Nevin, who so willingly let us into his home and let us pet his cat. Yeah...try not to take that in the wrong way.

Downs: Chinckening out
Ups: My first ever I-hop