Dumb Words

Ok, So I was just on Bebo when I saw someone call someone else a "Poppit". All of a sudden a rage welled up inside me that could not be contained. Something about that word is just so evil. It's like Satan and all his posse gathered inside that word, and they're released each time you say it. Needless to say, when I saw it I ripped off my scrotum, cooked it, and ate it (and conveniently there's an example of an amazing word: scrotum. That's comedy in its highest form). But what the hell is a "poppit" anyway?

I just got lazy. In like an instant. I thought "Why am I telling these lovely people how much of a crap word "Poppit" is? They already know or they'd be out spitting demons from their mouths and defiling graveyards."

I'll write about the formal instead seeing as I had a request from my hottest reader.

So... Where to begin? Ah, yes! Predrinks! Weeeellll, predrinks was at Anton's, and it was pretty much amazing. Everyone looked so amazing in their suits/dresses. I really just wanted to go places and do hilarious things in my suit... Like emptying school bags over homeless people, but we had a formal to get to... Oh, I have to mention the genius that is Stephen's brother, William. Somehow everytime I finished my punch he spawned in front of me with more punch, like the instant I finished. I'm pretty sure he's The Flash disguised as a 10 year old boy.
But moving on from PPPPPPPPPrreedrinks. Me and Sean went out to the car to go to the formal, but then the stupid car wouldn't start. I called Dad and he said it was some plug that had come loose under the bonnet, but it took like 10 minutes for Mum to fix it and for us to be on our way.
When we got there I got a photo with Teh_Dali on the stairs, and then went in. The venue was actually 100x better than last year's. And the lighting! It looked so cool, all the tables were lit up, and there was an Eiffel tower shadow projected onto the wall. That was really the only thing that ran with the "Mincrap et Paris" theme, but that's about what I expected. Themes are pointless anyway.
We found some mint seats in the corner which were perfect for being sophisticated on, so we sophisticised on them for a bit. Then later on in the night they became the sexual antics corner. There were like 5 couples in a row making out. It kind of destroyed the sophisticated empire we'd created... Their making out was just tasteless. If they were doing it in a sophisticated way, like smoking cigars at the same time, then I wouldn't have minded, but no, they had to destroy the beauty we had laskfj.
Aside from their disgustingness though, the formal got boring after like an hour cause only a few of us were dancing... That is until photos began! Photos are like the greatest part of life. If I could have 3 wishes then they would all be for photos with Keira Knightley, or maybe the 1st one would be that Comedy Al could be real, the 2nd that Mike Green could be real, and the 3rd that I could have a photo with them. Anyway, conveniently after photos everyone decided to start dancing too! How rad is that! So we pretty much got a giant cess pool of horny, sweaty teenagers going. Although I might have been the only horny, sweaty one... Gross.
So the formal finished at like 12, though by then I was totally amped for more dancing, but oh well. Basically I went home, I got changed, ate some food, my nose bled for a bit (?), then I picked up some other g-units (their names aren't important) and we headed to teh_afterlol.
The afterparty pretty much consisted of like 80 teenagers squished into a tiny tiny flat. It was mint. I had Fruitinis and some raspberry stuff. Twas amazing. Once I'd drunken enough that's when things got fun. It was actually my happiest drunkage of all time. I loved everyone! And I still do, but not like that! It was like I'd been drinking love, hugs and kisses or something. But apart from being the happiest man alive I can't remember anything specific about the night. I loved everyone for a few hours, met my disasterly end when I declined into my usual anti-social, depressed drunk self, then went home.
I woke up feeling amazing again though, with no hangover, as per usual :D .

And there is a nutshell description of the formal. I hope you enjoy it (Heather).