Chris Brown

It's like I've waited my whole life, for this one night. It's goin' be me you and the dance floor.

Ok. I admit it. I'm a Chris Brown fan. How can you not be with his infectious beats, darling voice and good boy looks?

I'm also severely lacking in blog ideas.

Rumors

The rumors about what I got up to at the afterball are:

• We hooked up
• We got freaky in the toilets
• We went home together.

I can assure you that none of them are true.

The Afterball

After the free shot, I felt my confidence rise. As I walked past HIM, I grabbed him and whispered in his ear,

"are you going to ask me to dance tonight?" He looked at me - he'd already had four shots - and smiled. Then, grabbing my hand he took me to the dance floor.

And then didn't leave my side for the whole night.

I was sober enough to realise that he would either forget the night completely (which he did) or regret the numerous moves he made, so I restrained myself from accepting his advances. Not that I wanted to. Although everyone was concerned for me, I loved being in his arms. I loved being picked up and carried to the dance floor by him.

And sure, he may have been totally off his face, but the fact that he spent the whole night with me even though there were countless other girls who would have done whatever he wanted had got to count for something, doesn't it?

Missing the Mark

When preparing for my school ball, it's not so much about how I look (although in my purple fishtail dress and dark makeup, I look HOT), but how my friends will look.

As selfish as it is, I never want them to look as good as I do. Of course, I don't hope that they'll be total disasters - most of the time, but I do hope that in some way, they'll miss the mark ever so slightly by wearing the wrong jewelry or makeup.

I don't know why I wish this. Of course everyone wants to look the best, but does everyone silently pray that their friends will fail to impress as much as I do?

Bags

Five days until the school ball and I'm lucky enough to have a cold that's clogged up my sinuses so I'm constantly sniffing. It's also stopped me from sleeping well at night, which means the bags under my eyes are bigger than the Texas state.

Great.

Explanation, Please

We've been friends for awhile. We're both prefects, and in the same Geography class. I recently moved to sit with him and two other guys who's conversation is a lot more interesting than the two girls I previously sat with.

This whole, "do I like him, do I not?" thing started at rehearsals for a show I was introducing and that he was doing sound for. I sat with him in the sound box - not being needed for most of the rehearsals. We were friendly at the event, me playfully hitting him and setting up competitions where he and a friend had to see how many numbers they could get (which, much to my secret relief, he refused to partake in). 

He's sweet, and I'm constantly teasing him about girls he might like - his reactions are so priceless that I can't help it. "Oh, Samantha, eh? kissy kissy," and his face breaks into a shocked smile,

"What?! No! I don't like her!" Priceless.

Maybe he'll ask me to dance at the ball.

Off Limits.

Everyone says I like him - and I don't. Didn't.

Didn't until I found out he might have a girlfriend. Now that he's possibly off limits, I've realized that 'hey, maybe I AM interested,' but it's too late to make a move.

Not that I would've made one anyway. Too awkward. We sit next to each other in class, and I enjoy teasing him, but I think it might be weird if we were to become an item.

Which we won't, because I won't make a move and he's possibly off the market. Which is fine by me.

He's so cute, though.

Oops

Oh dear, how terribly lazy of me. No posts in awhile. I guess I've had a lot of stuff on my mind.

I'm into the holidays now (yay), but it's two weeks of preparing for the school ball (my dress is purple), and doing two assignments. It's not going to be the most fun in the world.

xxx

I promise to post something substantial soon.