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So much stuff has happened in the last two days. So there was FAB and that was cool and I already wrote about that.

And then like, today, my mom was out shopping with my grandmother and my dad was out shopping with my brother for his new condo, and they ran into each other, except my mom was too busy looking for dishwashing soap that she didn’t notice my dad there, so he just started hitting on her and she still didn’t realize anyone was there until he made a comment about the prices of dishwashing soap.

And then my grandmother lost her purse and my mom got super pissed and she went out driving to all the stores they’d been to today and couldn’t find it anywhere, and there was a thousand dollars cash inside, plus credit cards, ID, and passport.

Anyways, so my dad comes home, and by this time all my aunts in Seattle who live near my grandmother know, too, and they’re all like “FREEZE THE CREDIT CARDS,” and I called all the stores back to make sure no one had found it.

And my dad just found the purse outside on my mom’s scooter like wow.

learningthroughosmosis replied to your photo: Last full day of classes.

NOOOO I WAS GONNA VISIT NEXT WEEK

MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FLOWN LUFTHANSA AND THEN YOU COULD’VE BEEN THERE LAST NIGHT.

I guess what I was trying to say in my last text post was that tonight, I felt really close to people, and yet at the same time really detached and distant, and that, my dear friends and followers, is a paradox, and paradoxes are the stuff great literature is made of.

I’ve gone to one every year for four years, but I must say this one was the best by far, followed by sophomore year, then junior, and finally freshman (which was a disaster by all standards).

I went alone this year, because le boy doesn’t like dances or dancing, and it was so wonderful. The DJ was terrible, but the food was good for the second time ever. I danced with my friends, and we pretended to be sexy motherfuckers, and it was wonderful, and my feet are bruised where the straps of my heels were because I don’t take my shoes off at dances. We tried to twerk it, danced like white kids most of the time, and did a little Charleston at one point. There was a lot of jumping and fist pumping and dropping it to the ground and pelvic thrusting at each other, yelling in each other’s faces and finger-pointing, the lights were great, people hated me for taking pictures with flash, and I said goodbye to some people I never really talked only because I never had classes with them.

I was asked to slow dance by this guy I didn’t know, and we had a short conversation and it was nice and fun, but kind of made me realize that I never would expect anyone to ask me to dance unless it was out of pity. I kind of realized how low my self-esteem is, to the point where I isolate myself from people in the hopes that they’ll seek me out. It’s not really attention-seeking, just I sometimes would wish that someone would try to include me (?? and I realize when people do, but it just doesn’t seem sincere then???). I don’t know how that could be fixed, but it was nice to dance with someone and have a conversation without any obligations to.

I also had some interesting heart-to-hearts, and there were some interesting developments, and I hope the people involved in those are going to be very careful.

Also, I found out that this guy I had a mini-crush on in sophomore year had a mini-crush on me in junior year and it was cool to find that out, because that’s been a common theme in my life, so yeah.

The only really bad part was that I had to wear a thong with my dress and my dress was white and I was afraid the whole time that like, “WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS AND MY BUTT SWEATS OR SOMETHING AND THEN EVERYONE CAN SEE MY BUTT THROUGH MY DRESS WHAT WILL I DO.”

Pictures may be up later if I can edit them to be less gray in a timely manner.

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