everyone in the dean's office is on a perpetual diet and it is all we have. my coffee tastes HORRIBLE because i didn't anticipate how much i would hate nutrasweet and i put in as much of it as i usually do sugar and now i think my teeth are going to fall out of my head.
i just spent half an hour in an office down the hall discussing prom/reunion/formal event horror stories. here are a few:
• girl loses 25 pounds, has fight with boyfriend and refuses to wear expensive dress mother bought or even think about attending prom. has to be put on xanax.
• husband and wife go to husband's 25 year high school reunion. husband leaves reunion with high school sweetheart (not wife).
• divorced woman attends 25 year high school reunion. husband is there with new, younger girlfriend. divorced woman's rejected prom date is handsomest man at reunion. he doesn't recognize her.
• all girls' friends vow to go prom stag, together (is this possible? what does "stag" really mean?). the next week they all have dates. girl asks boy with locker next to hers. they become friends between agreeing to go to prom together and the evening of prom itself. he tries to kiss her during slow song. she freaks out, runs away, begins dating best friend's prom date.
guess which one is mine. i've been trying to interpret these stories in a way that will yield some sort of omen directing me to either go or not go to the grad students' winter ball in february. at first i was excited, but that was about four or five months ago and i'll get excited about anything if i don't have to do it right away. then i dreaded it a little bit but had promised marissa i would go and already gotten gail to say she would do my hair and makeup and maybe marissa's and carolann's too. then marissa found out i was dreading it and released me from my promise, and i was relieved. then two separate people that i would expect to hate this kind of event told me it was going to be rad and i should go, and then i tried on my dress and it makes me look like the kind of cupcake a princess would eat. augh. maybe i'll throw a party and wear the dress. maybe i'll stay home and do work. maybe i'll stay home and watch bill and ted and blog about how lame i am, while wearing the dress. in the end i'll probably do whatever carolann does, i guess.
all the ladies in the deans' office love my bangs.
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