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Yeah I hash tagged a title. But problem, Zola doesn't have a twitter!  Inbox me with your opinions if I should get one or not!!!

But on to bigger and better things!  Prom was this last weekend!!!! Yaaaaahh!  Well not for me because I'm stuck in sophomoreville and I'm nowhere near slutty or hot enough to get asked to prom this year.  Well I mean I don't want to toot my own hair but my ass is a fucking legend (Tooty toot).  Kay things just took a real porno turn back there but we can get over it.  The dresses were perfect and every time I saw a prom picture of a group of dates fake-smiling at me from a lush green lawn, extravagant foyer, or photo set I got a pang of jealousy. But what can I say?  I'm a real jealous bitch ;).  Plus!  There were the after parties the girls still had their hair all pinned up and curled and their makeup still looked flawless even as they drunkenly danced to Britney or puked all over a certain someone's oriental rug.  The guys untucked their shirts and rolled up their sleeves to reveal toned forearms that looked especially toned as they did keg stands and played beer pong.   But the after parties can only account for so much, I cannot wait for next year I've picked out my prom dress, hair style and shoes.  I can't wait to pull out of the school parking lot, sit for hours as I get coifed, polished, curled, waxed, pinned until I am walking hairless perfection.  Come on girls, don't say you aren't excited too!
Love and other things,
Zola