prom time headaches

prom time. a great time for people to experience sudden onset anxiety, neuroses, and temporary insanity.

all the girls have gone nuts. have you SEEN the price of dresses? can you BELIEVE that it's such a BIG BIG DEAL that the shoes, purse, wrap, jewelry, make-up, hair ... all that has to be coordinated at great expense for this ONE SINGLE night? and what are you going to do with the dress afterwards? its not like you can wear it on a regular DATE or anything. yeah. what a pita.

and the guys. come on ... you've gotta feel sorry for the guys:

"i don't wanna go. prom is stupid."

"LMAO you can't find a date, huh."

"did you ask her yet?"

"shut up! why? who did you ask?"

"she's making all these PLANS."

"do we REALLY have to dress up?"

"yeah. my mom said i have to cut my hair."

and the whole girl thing at school.

"what about him?"

"him? HIM???? no way. not HIM."

"well, okay, what about him?"

okay, and there's the rebels, right? the ones who decide they're not gonna dress up or go out of their way to do anything special, or anything because it's just a dance, right?

and of course, the PLANS.

"post prom is at ..."

"LAME! we're going to ..."

"whoa, did you hear? she says they got a room at ..."

"wow, can you believe his DAD said ..."

"she doesn't know yet, but HE says ..."

"don't tell him, but SHE promised YOU-KNOW-WHO they would ..."

"oh, man. i heard HE was going to ..."

"yeah? hey ... my MOM is going to be there. i ain't going!"

and the mystery date:

"i've never dated him, but ... he asked me."

"i don't know what she's like, but she seems nice."

"okay my mom won't approve of him, but i hear ..."

"he said she's a b**** but i think she's hot."

yeah. it's almost spring. let the hormones flow, huh.