Of prom, formals and why I am the worst person in the world...

So this is the time of prom weekends. Ah, I remember mine like it was yesterday. The bad food, the people making out while dancing, not knowing anyone at my table except my date, ah yes, it is a time that will be remembered forever. One thing that annoys me about prom weekend is that there are so many limousines out on the road and the usually drive faster than me. Which is upsetting because it is an assualt somehow in some way on my manliness. And yes people it is about the car you drive! And I drive a stinkin fast Chevy Cavalier, so look out! But seriously, those limo drivers have no respect for those who normally break the law of speeding and get enjoyment from passing people. I mean, come on, where is their respect for me? What also makes no sense is how easily they swerve in and out of traffic. I mean, they're big cars, they should be able to do some of the manuevers I see them do. It kind of reminds me of Ritch and his driving. And speaking of formals, I'm going on one this weekend. And yes people, I will be dressed for success, although I don't know what success that will be. Perhaps now I will be able to beat those darned limo drivers. That would definately be a success. But this weekend is fun-filled with eating at Macoroni Grill, going downtown to Navy Pier to ride on the ferris wheel, watching everybody except me, Allison and Amanda play frisbee and enjoy themselves, making breakfast for the girls, having them make dinner for me (that's right, booyah), and having air soft gun wars! Yes this will be better than prom. I pity thee who chooses prom over a night like the one just mentioned. Too much money, not enough return on the money. Of course, it could have been better if it was with someone special, but it wasn't, so it was just a boring night. Until "All Night Long" of course, oh boy, that was fun stuff.

Which leads right into my next point of why I am the worst person in the world. Let me take some of you back to a time where you came home from school and called for you pet when you walked in the door but that pet didn't come. You go looking for the pet all through your house and then find your mom and ask, "Where's Mr. Marbles?" and she says, "Hunny, the worst person in the world ran over your cat today." And then much crying ensues and the poor child is scarred for life and now has a death wish for the college kid (who actually wasn't speeding!) who ran over their cat. And thus I feel terrible. I was driving home from work on Columbia ave right before I got to Chicago and I was actually somewhat obeying the traffic laws, traveling at a mere 28 mph because of the signs all over the place saying "This is a friendly street, please drive 25" so I took notice of those because it was a "friendly street" and so I thought, "Heck if this street is friendly to me I'll be friendly to it." But as I passed a bush I saw a grey blur dart out, I slammed on my breaks and unfortunately, did not stop in time. Since there was no one behind me I backed up in fear of running over the blur that I had hit and I saw the poor cat lying on the ground. I parked and got out and went to the house it seemed to run from and knocked on the door and a lady came and she said it was ok, and it was a shame and it wasn't anyone's fault and that her 5 year old would be sad, and I was like, crap, 5 year old, no good. So I was sad. I hope everyone will have as good a weekend as I will.