So, prom was wonderful. I was worried about what it would be like... it seemed like a scary, high-expectation event, and I scorn these kinds of things normally, in the way I laugh at Seventeen magazine (i.e., I try, fairly unsuccessfully, to detach myself from it, and since I still care about it I feel the need to make fun of it). I felt kinda pretty in my dress, kinda-sorta, which is always nice. And I just enjoyed myself. I mean, it's hard not to with such wonderful friends, but I still worried...

Ehwell. In here, life is beautiful!

-Jenn-