Just finished dinner. Watched the last third of LOTR: The Two Towers (the battle scene at the end). I shall now blog while I'm waiting for the season finale of Alias. I soo stoked. Like, totally.

Yesterday afternoon I went bowling out in Livermore. I leave my house like twenty minutes late than the time I was supposed to show, but I end up an hour late to the alley because I can't find the stupid place. Of course I'm the last to show, only to see about ten other people there all of which I basically already knew. In simple terms, our fundraising was a joke. Oh. I started bowling in the third frame, and eventually threw a decent game considering the computer simulated a score of 9 thru 3 frames for me. The only person I know who can throw nine pins after the third frame is Willy.

So right after bowling I head out to some photography company somewhere in Livermore. After punching in (literally, old school style) and quick intros, I was off towards Union Square. The Pinole Valley High senior ball was at the St. Francis hotel. Eh. Nice place and all, but it was pretty weaksauce. Decorations were weak. Simple white cloth and a pot of flowers as a centerpiece flanked by two candles. Anyways it took us like an hour to set up and all that stuff.

At first my responsibility was to take pictures with the poloroid camera for some instant keychains, but the camera was broke so there went that idea. Instead the photographer gave me a traditional film camera and told me to go around and take some candids. HAAHHAHAHA. Obviously he has not heard of me before. So around the dance floor I went, taking candids. I got a lot of pics of people freaking, some crowd shots, and some of couples kissing, heh. After I ran out of film, I took some pics with my own cam, haha. There was a nice dessert buffet in the back. I managed to grab some of those snacks to eat as dinner. Since pbase is pretty much crap and I'm too lazy to clean my account, you'll have to ask me for pictures.

After packing up and repacking again back in Livermore, I left around 2:40 in the morning. On the freeway coming back there were like no cars, so I decided to just speed. No reason, just wanted to. Nobody to egg me on, no other car to hit up, just zoom zoom action. Didn't set a new speed record or anything, but it's a nice little rush. Alone with your thoughts, at 3 digit speeds. Nice.

I didn't really take this job for the money. It's been a long while since I've seen groups of hot girls (well, lookers, at least) and I guess I forgot what they looked like or something. Anyways, it was pretty easy realizing who was having a good time and who wasn't. Just by looking at people's faces. It's so weird watching things from the outside. People interacting with one another, bumpin' and grindin' (or at least pretending to), or just sitting around. It's pretty easy telling who were the couples, those who were and weren't having fun, and those who got set up with through a friend or something. Then there were the suckers who just found someone to go for the sake of going. Also, it was pretty funny watching those who knew what they were doing, those who were pretending, and those who just sat around and hated everything. There were those that looked innocent who were at least trying to freak it. I'm no expert though. I think I've forgotten all about that, too. Or maybe I just went to be technically right about something, hahaha. Oh gosh. Pathetic.

There was this pretty hot girl who had it goin and all, so I kinda kept my eye on her but when she turned around I noticed a nice sized pimple staring back at me. Uh, nobody cares when you wear a sweater but if you're baring your back then do something about it. If it's not that bad then apply some spot healing gel (with salicylic acid) and concealer. If it's really bad, then pop the sucker, apply healing cream, then conceal it. Jeezus why do I think I know this? Now all the girls who read this are going to be pissed and think I'm a jerk. Oh wait, nevermind. You know what I say, though. If you don't know them and are just going to look, then bust out the microscope. Minds well. Oh. Of course if I am wrong in my emergency pimple removal methods, please inform me. I already have an idea of whose going to tell me to either "grow up" or "stop being so picky" after reading this; now to see if I'm right.

As we were packing up I got away for a few minutes to go back into the dance room. No pictures, no checking out girls, just stood along the wall and watched. I will once again say both Ken was right and Chester's point on these formals are bullseye. Well, I went to prom alright, just in different context. I will say I had as much fun working at prom than one of the formals I went to.

It took growing up to realize some things are just garbage.

Okay Alias started a few minutes ago. No more wasting time.