Fizz, boom, bang. What a letdown

College prom didn't really wow me. In fact, it seemed to me that these people had not seen each other for a century and were ultra-busy snapping photos with acquaintences. Even the 9-course dinner didn't seem too tantalising to them anymore. Yes, the venue was huge enough to fit in approximately 150 tables, but what's the use if everyone's all over the place except at their tables? The programme was boring, the MC was boring, the food was boring, the atmosphere just didn't seem to fit everyone in. Sorry, but not everyone's a camera whore, me included. I, instead, decided to plant my arse obediently on my chair and feasted my eyes on the guys, since I didn't intend to touch the food. Thank god I didn't spend a bomb on my stuff, or else I would have silently pinched myself. And the worst part was the post-prom party. No, I didn't attend it, for the simple fact that no one told me about it. Hello, even if I wasn't with the 'in' crowd, the entire college should be notified about this post-prom shity programme. Thinking about it, I'm even more pissed than I was two nights back. I'd rather be at home than to delve into the complexities of this bimbotic event.