Prom, is SUCH a fickle ickle minute itsy bitsy snag in the life of a completely hapless JC2 student who has better things to occupy her brain with than to ponder continuously on whether to go or not to go. *makes a face* YUCK. Damn ex! Damn EX! And it's not going to be at the Ritz, so *puts on a fancy pansy accent* WHO BLOODY CARES?? Well, ME of course. Dressing up's fun (although I can't look presentable no matter how fancily I'm clad.) BUT. Money doesn't fall from trees. To go, or not to go, that's the bliddy question. I simply MUST get it out of my system or I won't have enough brain capacity to input some valuable eukaryotic and prokarotic genome information. GAH.
;and the DODO has the final say.