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Recap
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ Prom ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Whoooo. Today was crazy. This weekend was crazy. Prom was good. I had a lot more fun that I thought I was gonna have. Boottee was sooo protective of me that night. He was actin like Cle did before we were together. It was so cute. ;] He wouldn't let me dance with anyone unless we were in a group and he hardly let me sit down cause wherever he went, I had to go. Lol. It was crazy. He drove me home instead of taking the limo since we all went there in one and they were all goin to After Prom while I had to go home because of the Luncheon. We sat in his car for about 15 minutes we were just talking, then he kissed my cheek and messed up my hair. I punched him on his arm like I always do and then Sean came out and had to mess things up. But anyway, he was a real sweetheart. We're not having our Prom there, that's for damn sure, but it was nice the way it was all set up.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ The Luncheon ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
The luncheon was great. Again, I had more fun then I thought I would. My dad was happy that I met Julian Bond and all those NAACP people. He's proud of me. I can see why Julia's the chairman. He's an outstanding man and he knows what he's doing and what he's talking about. I also met a lot of the people running for office out here in VA and some more NAACP people. I saw Cle's mom there also (shocked the hell outta me) and I gave her a hug. Good times.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ Class or SCA ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
This decision has been bugging me all this year. Do I want to remain a class officer, or do I want to be on SCA? Ms.Vaughan said it wouldn't make a difference because she's gonna use me for everything (<33333) and that it wouldn't affect me if I wanted to run for SCA in my senior year and wasn't in SCA in my Junior year, so yay. I think I'm gonna stick with being a class officer and then an SCA in my senior year. I really like having a big say in what goes down in our class. Maybe I'll be a vice president and then run for President of SCA in my senior year. Word. Campaign Week is this week so I have to give Mama (Ms.Vaughan) my answer tomorrow and start posting fliers and giving speeches. Lol. Fun.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ General Stuff ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Mk, today was a weird Monday. It felt like a Monday but the beginning of the school year.... - shrug. - Teachers go crazy at the end of the school year with projects and tons of worksheets. My teachers just started their kick and if I didn't have all these goals, I would just seriously not do any of this. ;x Rofl. My babies are still pickin on me. Last week, it was about my boobs. They said they look two well rounded missiles. This a direct quote coming from Alex and Boottee. Boottee's ass is getting smaller, so I have something to fire back now. When he sees me, he makes a crashing sound and goes "Bombs away!" Then today, it was my hair. I took my twists out and I was walkin around with my hair a little wild, but it was funny and it was a Monday and everyone comes in lookin crappy on a Monday, so whateva. So we were chillin in the halls durin C block (None of us have a class) and Boottee says to Christian, "You know you a dyme when you can look sexy with messed up hair. That's skills that took that years to master." xD I had to laugh. It made me blush too, but years to master? I dun care about my looks aside from the general upkeep of hair and stuff like that. Not to point where if I get a pimple I freak out or any makeup problems being I dun wear any but lipstick or lipgloss. ;] But it was just a weird day.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ That's All ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Mk. That's it. No saying. No poem. I'm gone. Bye. ;x
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