Wow, this list has gone from apathy and sarcasm to incredibly personal. Uhm. Maybe I should make this private? ..Nah. It's just the whole internet I'm sharing this with.

• Awful rap music. Don't get me wrong, I like some rap. But this stuff was GOD-AWFUL. All the good rap has profanities in it anyway, and God forbid we play that at a school event.
• Dancing. Dancing has evolved from swing and jazz and moving your body to the music to grind-your-butt-up-against-your-date-and-mimic-anal-sex. CUTE.
• Having glow sticks but not being allowed to use them correctly. Correctly, meaning snap them in half and fling the toxins EVERYWHERE so there's a glowing splatter-paint effect on your clothes, face, and the floor. Preferably, you should get it in someone's eye. (The school got a little mad once this became a trend.)
• IT'S A RAVE. Aren't there supposed to be drugs at raves? Not that I am implying we go and get some ecstasy. But if we are putting on a rave, aren't a lot of illegal substances implied? It's part of the effect. School rave = oxymoron.
• No zombie attacks. If people are going to dress up like zombies and go through all the trouble of making themselves look like the living dead (which I think I accomplished quite successfully), we should have actually used it to our advantage. AKA, zombies don't pansy out and decide not to bombard the dance floor after Thriller plays.
• Not having a date. Let's be honest, my love life SUCKS ASS. But going without a date and not being able to dance with anyone (due to lots of couples and justfriends and awkward we-had-a-sort-of-thing-once-but-it-is-no-longer-and-we-are-not-allowed-to-have-any-fun-because-otherwise-people-will-start-rumors-about-us) makes it, well, kind of lonely.
• Seeing the guy you want to get with dancing with his date, who is prettier than you. Yeah, turning into typical teenage-angst-y girl list. Whatever.
• COURT. Not only does being a zombie on court make you want to crawl into a hole, but it's just a popularity contest. And I hate those contests. (Probably due to the fact that I always lose...)
• Remembering awkward things about Sadie Hawkins last year. Mainly, remembering that best guy friend and yourself had a sort of thing and now he's right next to you and you BOTH KNOW that he remembers it and is uncomfortable, but neither of you can vocalize any feelings because it is still a touchy subject. (Unlike you and other guy friend, who jokes about you liking him in the past, not realizing that it, uh, isn't all in the past.)
• Friends leaving to get sheetfaced! Ha. ha. ha. YOU ARE SO COOL. I'm over that whole partying thing. So you can leave at 9 and go nurse your coke-and-rums, have fun. Thanks for telling me how cool you are, I have so much respect.

Despite my negativity it wasn't all bad. I thoroughly enjoyed running out of the dance in my dress and Converses at 10 with my best friend and dancing through the parking lot, making a pit-stop at Burger King, walking through Redner's with our Whopper Jr.'s, and running through the rain, freezing cold and soaking wet. That was better than any dance. <3