Elephants and Formals (Again)

Elephant Fact # 15: Elephants can be ‘left-tusked’ or ‘right-tusked’, similar to how humans can be left or right-handed.

The following photo is of all the super duper sexy gals wearin’ red at the school formal. I thought it was a pretty cute photo, but I don’t really feel comfortable posting pictures of other people on such a public space without their consent—so I did my Unephant version of censoring it.  Sorry to those I herped derped!

Still pretty hawt, though. 

                

At the moment, I’m seriously struggling to type this up; it’s mainly because of the acrylic nails I still have on from the school formal. I keep on missing all the buttons I want to press on the keyboard so sentences like ’Look at those twenty girls in that hot tub’ come out something like ‘Pokeswy rhows twenty girlsw in te hot rub’.

Which basically gives up the same intended picture, but still.

I haven’t blogged properly for a while so here’s a basic rundown of what happened during the last week of school:

Wednesday- Athletics Carnival

Thursday- Ridiculously-important-exam-related-stuff-which-I-won’t-touch-for-the-purposes-of-my-sanity-and-the-entertainment-factor-of-my-blog

Friday- School formal

I’ll just pick out the highlights of what happened.

The theme for my House on Athletics Day was ‘Agnesi Fantasy’. Although I thought it was rather vague, I’m still quite glad that it got picked. I mean, the requirements were basically ‘purple’ (our House color) and ‘not reality’…and guess what I had lying around?

Literally just lying around. As in, ‘oh, let’s see what’s under my bed today—oh dear Lord, would you look at that?’ , it was just there.

Towards the end of the day, we had our traditional school trivia competition between Instep groups. Unfortunately, our Instep scored full marks for one of the categories—and thing is, so did a lot of other groups. And in a style true to form, that meant a mass dance off to determine the winner. One person per group had to get up on stage and…

No. No. No, why me? Why is it always me?
So I ended up onstage.

I hate doing these things. I had to do the same thing for the last trivia competition. And it’s not because I’m too embarrassed or anything, or stage shy—it’s because I always win.

And the reason why I always win is…

Oh God, I feel so dirty. Oh Lawd.

I mean, when I’m doing all my hip thrusting and whatnot it’s like I know I should stop but at the same time I just—I just, I can’t. Not even when I was feeling up that nice young lad who (dared to) step in front of me while I was frantically shaking my ‘boot-eh’ at the crowd, not even when I jumped off stage to air-hump the space in front of the teachers’ panel, not even when that little voice was muttering in my head, “shame and dishonor, shame and dishonor”—nothing. The whole school could be on fire and there I’d be, just…

Well, yeah.

I’m pretty sure there’s a video somewhere, but bollocks if I post the link here.

Conversely, we had our school formal on Friday.

I don’t normally post pictures of myself on my blog, but 1) I love the exasperated look on my face as I tried to “descend gracefully” from the limo (we had a limo! <3) and 2) I wanted to put up a few photos of my dress.

It’s so pretty! It looks like a cupcake.

My mother’s cousin made it—I sent her a thank you letter because I felt guilty about being so choosy about the design.

Thing is though, because my dress was so poofy, my movement was rather restricted. Walking through a crowd was like parting the Red Sea, but with less religious awe and much more irritated muttering and exasperation, on both ends.

Oy.

The Unlucky Elephant