meet my prom date

I have been asked to prom 8 times.
My answer was "no." to each and every one.
Why? 
Because I already had a date.

This is who I'm taking to prom, guys:


When this girl and I get together, it usually ends up as a non-productive, non stop laughing night.

Our leadership project is due tomorrow and we have to do a 30 minute presentation on how we are for animal testing. After tonight, we decided our conclusion was to "wing it." because nothing sounds more like an A then making it up as you go, right?


We can't focus to save our lives.


Not that we were actually trying to focus anyways?


I'm serious. This whole pencil-nose coordination I have here is pure talent. I'm rockin that pencil.

And by the end of the night.. I ended up slicing myself because I'm emo.

No, I'm totally joking. I don't have emo tendencies. Although, I do have "being graceful" problems and cut myself with a razor accidentally. Shaving my legs can be rather dangerous at times.


Way to end the post, agreed?

The concept of amazing starts with us.

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