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So the day of the formal is finally here. They say some dream of this day all their lives, their school leaving formal. Overrated? I don't think I ever used to think so, but I expected myself to as it drew closer by the years. That doesn't really seem to have happened. Night before the formal, most of the people I know who are attending are all hyped up and excited about it, can't sit still, preparations etc. Me... I don't know what to feel, really. This IS a once in a lifetime event, and the magnitude of that sheer fact has definitely had some impact on the way which I view the formal tomorrow.

It's really not like how I pictured it. Taking a date, for instance.I would never have imagined it this way, and if I did, I would have expected my date to have either been my girlfriend, or non-existant. But Reina, my partner, is neither, a friend within our friendship group. Rather odd turn of events that led up to such, but here we are.

Should I be excited? The sheer amount of preparation that has gone into this event, both on my own part as well as everyone else, itself bids me to feel some sort of anticipation towards the formal. But then again, what is the formal? It's our year level. In formal dress. Eating dinner. What is there to be excited about? Perhaps, it's as Kylie put it, a rather profound statement upon reflection: "The excitement mounts up to the point you step out of the limo'. From there it just goes downhill." Seemingly quaint at first, yet rather true when put into the context of the true source of the anticipation, which is really the preparation and first impressions. After which, there really isn't that much to look forward to.

Except, of course, the after-party at Chris's. Kylie reluctantly agreed that the fun might climb back up after the formal itself, given that drinks would be provided all round. Myself, not really a drinker, hardly developed a taste for alcohol, never been "drunk". Which, I suppose, might be considered a good thing given the effects of alcohol on our body, especially on an individual still growing, with exams inching too close for comfort.

Well, we can only wait and see, try to stave off any overbearing feelings for now and do try to do some work before it all starts unfolding. Putting a Chem SAC on the Monday after was just sadistic in my opinion.

On a side note, today we finished our LAST Spec exercise EVER! Now, normally things like these leave you feeling empty inside with the anti-climax, but this actually triggered some sense of relief. Technically, we won't be learning anything new any more for Spec. Not this year. Not ever. Ms. Kimberley didn't have time to get streamers, due to a "code blue" drill alert, boo.

Apparently it's what we're meant to be doing if a gunman/evil zombies attack us. Locking ourselves in rooms is supposed to help. Even if the rooms have glass walls/doors/windows. Pointless exercise, honestly.

Everyone has wisely gone to sleep, leaving me here to mull over the insignificant, something which I tend to do quite well apparently. Except, it isn't really insignificant to me. Yet. I should probably get some sleep, waking up tomorrow with some evil plague (including acne assaults against which I fight a hopelessly lost battle) is not too appealing an aspect at this stage.

GFA ambush Photos MIGHT be up, depending on what I think of them, whether I look good in them etc. Which is never. So stop expecting any.

Sayonara.

Miss you tonight.