DISCLAIMER: This blog is basically just like a massive rant, because I am writing this at 5.07AM and I cannot sleep. Some things in this blog might be a little bit random and I will probably use a lot of capitalisation of words to try and keep me awake. Have fun reading!
So once again I haven't written in a while, mainly because nothing exciting was happening in my life...And then...It was Bonfire Night. In the almost 10 years I've lived in England, I have never gone to a proper Bonfire, so this year, I decided to go to the best and most insane one of all! Lewes Bonfire.
And, WOW A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED! Mainly to do with me, and what a massive slag I was. I'm not going to go into specifics (mainly because some of my loved ones read this) but I did get off with a few people etc etc. I had so much fun, met some really nice people, and the Bonfire itself was actually really cool, especially the fireworks - which were stunning! The one thing I really hated though, was the amount of FUCKING BANGERS PEOPLE WERE THROWING! Normally, I try not to swear in these blogs, but for serious guys, it was frickin' insane in the membrane (insane in the brain, and so on). I pretty much was screaming every two minutes, it was that scarey (well, for me anyway...It was my first time, give me a break!)
HOWEVER. Although it was a fantastic evening, I did one little mistake and now everyone thinks I'm a slut. Great. And what's worse, is the fact that the guy said insident occured with WON'T EVEN ADMIT TO PEOPLE THAT IT HAPPENED!?! I mean, come on now, really? Didn't expect people to be so immature, making me look like a lier. So, for the record (and I know the banter I'm going to get for this) to those who have heard the rumours about me on Bonfire Night, YES THEY ARE TRUE. It happened, and now I'm accepting it and moving on, AND IF ANYONE HAS ANY PROBLEMS THEY CAN TALK TO ME, OK?!!
Well, now that matter has been taken care of, I shall now move on to the more important issues. Like Prom. I decided that seeing as it's my last year of school before Sixth Form and stuff, that I should join the Prom committee! And let me tell you, it is not all just rainbows, punch (the drink, not the violent thing guys do) and pretty dresses. Ok, it can be about that sometimes, but most of the time it's hard work!
There's finding a venue, finding food, finding transport, finding DJs... And that's just the actual Prom! I haven't even started on finding a place for the AFTER PROM party, which I would like to hope it will be awesome, because a girl on the committee came up with the idea of having a ball pit at the after party, which, let's be honest is the GREATEST IDEA SINCE...well, since something non cliche. Like, I wouldn't say "since sliced bread" because everyone and their great aunt Hilda uses that phrase.
But anyway, I am changing the subject, which I don't really want to do. Because I want to talk about PROM! I think that Prom will be great and we'll all have a good time, but I hate the pressure on people to bring a date. I know that's probably more of an American thing, because let's face it, Prom is completley an American tradition, and I'm not really sure why British people do it? Regardless, I think that having a date for a Prom is stupid, and I shall give you two reasons why:
1. You pretty much have to stay with that one person THE ENTIRE EVENING. And what if you hardly know them? Let's say you liked eachother's faces, but hardly knew about their personality... And then you get there and it just becomes and awkward situation for both parties.
2. You make other people feel like crap because they haven't got a date. Which is not cool, no one should be made to feel crap, especially on Prom, which in my book should be the happiest day of a teenagers life, because it's practically the only time where you'll see everyone in your year together at the same time and place.
So, yeah...We've only had one Prom meeting so far, but things seem to be going well! For now at least...I'm sure there'll be a crisis some time soon, BUT you shall all have to wait till next the next time I decide writing!
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