went to the snowball last night
on the second day of spring

was great times

at one point in the night delant�
(his royal highness the snow king)
leaned in and yelled into my ear,

"it's official. we have now completely corrupted you"

but i think by "corrupted you" he means "successfuly beat your seven-feet-of-personal-space barrier into an unrecognizable lump by the side of the road"

and that i agree with

note: any and all sexual frustration in everyone that was there is now gone
::makes correlating "poof" gesture::

...that is, through dancing. don't be dirtygross.

then mirm came over and we had a nice, long, healthy rant on into the wee hours of the morning

felt good

rants are good for the soul

yes they are

p.s. i will be the snow queen next year, and my first act as queen will be to rename myself the ice queen

and my fifteen minutes of fame will be spent thus
in high school
for a plastic tiara
and a silly title
for a non-major dance

and it will be good

ink :: graphite