... going to Homecoming. Somehow.

So, today, I went to Barnes and Noble for 4 hours to read books. It was fantastic, except for the fact that the store was really cold. And outside was really cold, too. REALLY COLD.

Afterward, (and this is where the main suckering into started) I went to Michele's house with dresses for kyle to borrow. So, as she's trying on dresses, and we're doing our makeup, Kyle was like, "Hey, you should just go to dinner with us." So I said I would. And then that became, "Hey, you should dress up, too." And so, I'm in a dress and then suddenly, "Hey, you should go to Homecoming." So I'm sitting there contemplating going to this school dance or not, and then Jen calls. I tell her my predicament, and you know what she says? "You have to go. Suck it up. Make high school memories. GO! You don't get a second chance." And when you say it like that, how can I not go?

So I went.

We went to an Italian restaurant where we saw another group and we were like, "Crapppppppp." It's just that, going as only 4 girls (Kyle- and, yes, she's a girl- Julie, Michele and me) we know others are going to be like, "Wow, they don't have dates. They suck." But we had a lot of fun at dinner. Quinn was supposed to come to visit us, and we kept looking at the door, but after 20 minutes, we had to leave for the dance. I kept thinking, "Oh my god. What if he got in an accident!??! Or something equally horrible happened?!?!" As it turns out, I got his message 10 minutes ago that he just couldn't go. Way to give me a head's up. 

So, I'm not going to lie. The dance was so lame. The first hour an and half was ridiculous. The DJ kept playing lameass Mexican dancing-around-a-sombrero music. And, you know, normally, I wouldn't really mind, except that I had been forced into a dress, guilted into going to a dance, and I might as well have GOOD DANCING MUSIC!!

But, the last 30 minutes was amazing. Why? Because I saw Norway dancing- and apparently in Norway there are no school dances- and it was the funnest thing ever of my night because he danced like a maniac. Albeit, a hot maniac, but still one. And I laughed so hard. Kyle walked up- she knows him. They're good friends and I'm pretty jealous- and said, "Vivian over there is laughing at your dancing." To which he replied, "Yeah, well, I'm laughing at her." And afterward, every time we happened to make eye contact (which wasn't very often) he would dance like a spaz and basically challenge me to a dance-off with his eyes. I'm pretty sure I won. It was funny. And cute. I also danced with Caleb, who knows the words to Damaged by Danity Cane. Haha.
:)

So, in conclusion, I have just realized that I blog a lot about boys. And, seeing as it's me, I am able to realize how lame I'm being, blogging about random strangers that I don't talk to. I'm just going to blame it on me being a teenager- and a girl one at that. And girls are completely boycrazy at this stage in life anyway! It's normal! Maybe..-  and therefore this is allowed and expected. Hopefully. It's just a phase, right? RIGHT?!?

But seriously. Norway and Brazil are exchange students for a year. They'll be here for another 8 months. They might as well deserve their own tag instead of being categorized under "boys" and "crushes" all the time.