May 18, 2003

• Prom 2003
  
  Well . . . sorry, it took me so long to write me report on prom. It was sooooo much fun. I don’t have pictures up yet , you’ll just have to look at Andy’s (link above, password=Andy). I’m the one with the red boutonniere, and my date is heather, the pretty girl in pink.
  
  Let’s see, where to begin. I had been bubblely and bouncy all day, but it wasn’t until a little before 5:30 that everybody (Heather, Andy and Elizabeth, and David and Andrea) got to my house for pictures. Good times, black limo to Rosemont, and then Prom.
  
  Much of the fun was going around and seeing everybody all dressed up. More pictures, introductions, and of course more good times. Dinner was served, and then there was music. There was some good stuff– lots of variety from, “. . . I’m coming out so you better get this party started . . .” to “I’m addicted to you/I think you know that it’s true” to “And I wrote this letter in my head/Cause so many things were left unsaid . . . I’d do anything/Just to hold you in my arms . . .” to a bunch of 80′s songs. But dancing was fun. With a few quirks, like some of the other “dancers.” It wasn’t the EFY or stake dance that I’m used to .
  
  Anyway, we got to go to post prom, which was lots of fun. We didn’t get the boat we expected, but we still got a nice one for the cruise over lake michigan. The Chicago skyline was beautiful, and so was the wind and light on the waves and the clouds and the moon that came out for a few seconds. I really enjoyed just standing on the edge of the boat in the cold wind with Heather. And the rest of the group too, of course. They played one of my favorite songs– “. . . I think about you all the time, but I don’t need the same. It’s lonely where you are, come back down, and I won’t tell ‘em you’re name” (Goo Goo Dolls).
  
  By the time it was over we realized we had speant 11 hours together. I didn’t get to bed until 5 in the morning. (It would’ve helped had my mom not kept me up an extra half an hour talking) That makes two all nighters with Andy– my only two. The first being on the ward Missouri trip. Good memories.
  
  Saturday I slept until 11, got up, ate breakfast, picked up my brother, returned to sleep, and woke again at 3:15. By 4:35 I was at Heather’s house to celebrate her little brother Scott’s first Communion. It was a neat experience. It’s good to remember that we worship the same Jesus Christ.
  
  Heather’s family took me out to Maggiano’s. It was good food, and good conversation. I like Heather’s family. Her grandparents are a lot like mine, and I just love her parents. Her brother makes jokes just like Andy, and her littlest brother is cute. None compete with her, though .
  
  With that I ran to the Wegner’s to pick up my brother; I ended up giving Megan a ride home too. And then sleep and then Sunday.
  
  “Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had.
  There were choruses and sing-alongs, and not a spoken feeling. I’m knowing that right now is all that matters. All the
  nights we stayed up talking listening to 80’s songs and quoting lines from all those movies that we love. It still brings a
  smile to my face. I guess when it comes down to it…
  
  Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
  The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right.
  
  Breaking into hopes of swimming pools, and reeking havoc on our world. Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
  The black top’s singing me to sleep. Lighting fireworks in parking lots, illuminate the blackest nights. Cherry cokes under
  this moonlight summer sky. 2015 Riverside, it’s time to say goodbye. Get on the bus, it’s time to go.
  
  Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
  The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right”
  -The Ataris
  
  just wait until August, this song will make me go crazy then

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