I am making a new xanga entry for no reason at all.

My xanga is now five years old.  Insane.  I'm almost 20 years old now but when I first started blogging I was still 14.  Back then I was going through this disgusting "I'm so emo no one understands me I hate the world" phase - *barf*.

I don't really need a xanga anymore but I miss it.

In other news, my banking professor finally wore a different shirt for the first time this semester.

//edit.  I just found out sometime last week that SOMEBODY ELSE ALREADY STOLE THE PATRICK AVE SIGN.  Without me.  Gosh.  That's already one thing on my list that I can't do now.

go to six flags

go to new york

hang out in georgetown like we own the damn place

steal the patrick ave sign

shopping

bonfire/fireworks on the beach

swim in a public fountain at night

clubbing

skinny dipping

party like it's 1999

//edit: omg.  i have no more homework left.  *cries emo tears of joy*

IB senior celebration.

I was seriously going to start crying.

I felt so loved (the tribute book).

I love you guys SOOO much.

There's some quote that goes like "I first I was sad but then the rest of the day was so beautiful, I forgot to cry".  Yeah, IB was hell at first, but I've meet these awesome and beautiful people, and they make everything so much better.

So I lost my prom pictures.

But last night was awesome nonetheless.

Thanks Chong for making me go.

Thanks Anna/Kristen/Elyssa for the best prom dinner, Sandra for rescuing my mushroom, Naa for being an absolutely lovely darling, Eric/Carnie/Nina for putting up with my completely uncoordinated dancing, Farrah for letting us crash at her place, and Vineeta for wearing Celerina. 

And thanks everyone else for looking drop-dead gorgeous and making prom a completely worthwhile experience.  There's really too many people to list.

I am also eternally grateful for the Vietnamese lady at the salon at the mall, because thanks to her, I did not look like a hideous monster woman at prom.



And contrary to popular belief, I was not drunk.