a dance or my german class in my basement

I’m hurt that Kim thought she wasn’t invited to my caroling party. When she’s been the 4th person on my list the entire time. I’m hurt that Aimee didn’t even mention that I was at the dance last night too… and that I hung out with them a little bit too. It seemed like everyone else was mentioned or was counted except for me.

And see, last night was sooo much fun. More fun than I ever expected it to be. My band friends were there, my class friends were there, and I could float between everyone and feel accepted and social. Aims, Emma, Simon, Becky, Ashley, Laura, Connie, Garett, Bob, Meg, Dani, JP, Tim, Nina, Jon, Matt, Shannon, Stephanie, Missy… everyone.

I love dancing to older music… because there are actually ways of dancing to it, you know? Ahh, it was wonderful. I started doing the polka with Meg, and then Bob cut in? *shivers* Let’s just not tell Kate about that one. At any rate, the boy really can’t dance, and he didn’t know what the heck to do with his hands. Finally I got fed up with the two hand approach, and said, “You know, your hand is really supposed to go on my waist, and mine is supposed to go on your shoulder…” That fixed part of the problem, anyway. Poor Meg was stuck dancing with Andrew. *more shivering*

I did the Cha-cha with Laura a little bit, and we all did the electric slide, the chicken dance, the hokie-pokie, the macarina… all the usuall horrible things that are somehow a blast to do. 🙂 Then we marched around for awhile? It was crazy, because the singer guy asked who wanted to lead everyone in marching… and all of us band nerds were like, MARCHING? WHAT? So we all marched in one huge circle led by Emma… rolling our feet but of course. I’m proud to say that even Meg remembered to roll her feet. 😉

After the dance, half of my German class went to my house to watch a “teen movie”. Now, allow me to explain, otherwise this will sound really horrible. We have a comp due Friday, and it’s supposed to be about teen movies, and how they’re totally demeaning and degrading toward teens. We’re supposed to talk about how they all portray teens as primarily focused on sex, alcohol, drugs, being cruel to each other, and stereotypes. As some of them had never seen any teen movies, and some of us had only seem a few, most of which were not totally negative, we decided to sit down and watch one to get ideas for the comp. So I went out and rented Cruel Intentions. Before I continue, let me set the stage: My house, with me, Meg, Dani, JP, Shannon, Brian, Chris, and Nina, the foreign exchange student from Germany. In fact, the only people missing from my class were Bob, Dave, Chris S, and Lenore. We were all in my basement, watching this terrible terrible movie, and thinking… yes Mrs. W would kill us all if she knew we were watching something like this. Keep in mind that we’re some of the cleanest, nicest, smartest kids in the school… my mom was actually amused that we were down there watching such a disgusting and mindless movie. Ahh, well…

Then everyone pretty much left except for Meg and Shannon. It was really nice to get to bond with them for a little while and talk. Lovely… we complained about German, and Meg defended German, and we just… talked. I don’t even remember what it was about.

That’s my tale from the evening. Oh, wait there are a few more things.

When I was at the dance, I was really glad that Nolan wasn’t there. In fact, at points I rather wished I didn’t even have a boyfriend. I was talking to my parents about this, and my dad was all shocked and saying, “You wish you didn’t have a boyfriend?” Bah, he was getting it all wrong. It’s not that I’m not glad that I do have Nolan. It’s not even that I wish I weren’t dating him. I think my thoughts were rather realistic actually… it means I’m still in reality. I’m not going to marry the kid or anything, after all. Isn’t it natural to sometimes feel it would be easier or more fun to go back to being single, when you could flirt with people or dance with people or even just talk about other people without ever giving a thought of why you can’t or shouldn’t? After all… dating someone is so restrictive! But on the other hand, I’m not saying I want to go back either. I’m not saying I can’t survive this way… because there are a heck of a lot of… what’s the word… vorteilen… I can’t think of it in English!… for dating one guy.

That’s really rather annoying… I’m between positiven and vorteilen… and I think what I want to say is positive reasons… but it doesn’t sound right.

At any rate, it was fun, and tonight I’m going to the basketball game with my family and Nolan.

~swept away~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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