It hardly took me any effort to think about what to write about today; our formal applies to basically everyone who bothers to read my now daily posts.

So I do believe a lot of people from my loser-ish end of the social scale aren't so keen on going. Well let me take this chance now to tell you that you are all out of your minds. There is only one Year Ten, and there is only one Year Ten formal. 

If you haven't yet been handed a sheet, then you are evidently not cool enough to even be within a two metre radius of, but for the rest of us, we can see the great care and devotion put into the organisation of our formal to the very last detail.

In fact, they've done everything for us. All we have to do is scribble a name on an envelope with twenty dollars in it, and then shove bits of paper into Leila's locker, which I'm sure is very neat indeed, and then proceed to duck about shadows for the next three months with our first brush of underground black market dealing of Karamello Koalas.

Would you really want all of their effort to go to waste? Would you be able to go to bed at night, aware of the fact that you don't know the thrill of evading Ms Young in the corridors or the stress of finding the perfect formal dress (and shoes and accessories and make up and date)?

But if that is not enough to convince you, my friends, I will now list for you all the great things about our formal. Here's one I prepared earlier:
  - seeing everyone dressed up
  - being able to bitch about how 'that dress made her look fat' tomorrow at school
  - meeting other people's dates
  - being able to bitch about 'how her standards could be a bit higher than that' tomorrow at school
  - going out and having a good time (bitching)

If all this isn't enough to convince every a hundred and fifty of the grade to go, well then I don't know what will. I mean, of course it will be fun! 

It sounds almost as good as staying at home and watching Doctor Who with warm milk and teddy bear biscuits.  

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1. reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter
2. List 5 songs you like that start with that letter
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

My letter was J as U was three short. J is not in abundance either.

Jingle Jangle - Hot Hot Heat
Had Fall Out Boy not existed, or had my late year seven tastes been better, Hot Hot Heat could easily have been my favourite band. This song is about Michelle's mindless contribution to inflation: i.e. jingle jangle that's the sound of coins/ spent on useless toys made for useless boys.

The JLA Song - Tim Minchin
If dreams of growing up to be like the Doctor are not achieved, I would quite happily be as clever as Tim Minchin. I never really did find out what JLA stands for, "but let's be honest would you rather eat cake with an ex-Head of State or a nice Australian chap singing songs about inflatable boobs?"

Je Veux Te Voir - Yelle
So yes, it's in French, but you can sort of figure it out... it's not really something singing drama groups would perform in the Campbell Hall. Nobody ever told me what Cuiziner did to deserve this, but it's a catchy song to sing innocently when noone knows what it means. Cuiziner avec ton petit sexe entoure de poils roux!

Just Hold On - The Basics
I used to like this song more than I do now. Apparently its some sort of retro 60s pop something or other but that is too much for my youthful ignorance. It all sounds new to me. The guy known as Gotye is also in this band, I do believe, and their other song, Rattle My Chain is in some car ad.

Jimmy Recard - Drapht
This is a very new love, but they play it on Triple J a lot and every time it's on, I turn it up. It's so ridiculously catchy to the point of jumping around awkwardly and yelling "J.R. JIMMY RECARD" too loudly for half past six in the morning - not that I'm one to do that... Australian hip hop is getting better every day.

So day one of my resolution keeping and luckily for me, today was the last day of school - if you even went at all. However, as I sit here staring at 'DIET FREE WEIGHT LOSS' internet advertising and eating teddy bear biscuits without milk, I realise there is really not much to say about that at all.

The truth is, for the next two weeks, I will wake up in the morning and go to bed at night and in all the hours in between that, I will just waste time. I'm not even going to pretend I have a life anymore. 

So think of me when you are having a good time, because chances are, when you are out being surrounded by too many uni kids, I will be at home drinking milk without teddy bear biscuits and falsely thinking I am having a real horrorshow time.

Oh well, at least I have my slutboi alien tease.