First school dance!

The frist school dance was yesterday, and I danced my butt off, so I find myself today very tired.

First off, let me establish that the Gertrude Dance was not done even once, which is rather disturbing. There were so many people that we didn't have the room.

I was going to post some photoshopped pics of my friends that I took at the dance, but for some reason, blogger won't let me do it! Something about the format. That's why I'm asking for a better version of photoshop for my birthday this year. Really, my version's crappy.

Anyway, TWWOTF, who seems to think she is psychic, had a "vision" the night before last that I would meet my future boyfriend at that dance. She "predicted" that it would be someone who wasn't mentioned on my blog yet, that I would be wearing a purple dress, and that I would spill soda on his shoes.

She didn't mention the purple dress part until she arrived at the dance (she believes in fashionably lateness, I believe in rudely earliness.) and shouted, "Cranberry, I recognize that dress!"

Yes, my friends are starting to call me by my blog name. Weird.

Anyway, I rolled my eyes and said, "Not this again." She had been chattering about it all day. I turned away, then, klutzy as I am, tripped and spilled the glass of Fanta I was holding on the ground. A boy who was dancing nearby got it ALL OVER HIS SHOES. Somehow, though, he didn't get it on his very long pants. I looked up to see Schnozzy Nerd (who, indeed, I haven't mentioned on this blog), one of those cute nerds that are just so adorable you completely overlook their nerdiness.

His nose is very big, though. Quite unfortunate. But he's tall, and that's lucky.

For the rest of the evening, all of my friends kept winking and ditching me mid-dance. It got very annoying, to the point that I said, "She said we'd meet, not get together!"

It was pretty much my only defense. her entire "prediction" had come true, and all I could hope was that she'd made a mistake on the part of the "boyfriend" thing.

Whenever a slow dance came up, my friends, who haven't got any boyfriends themselves, would keep an extremely close eye on me, hoping for some action. I disappointed them by dancing with air.

To tell the truth, air is probably the best dance partner around, because you can swing it every which a way, and it never falls over. I must admit, though, I knocked down quite a few other couples during those slow dances.

At the end of the dance, my "matchmakers" still hadn't had any luck. They all gave up.

Haha, no one can make Cranberry fall in love with anyone except her treasured flagpole!

Sayonara!