...referring to the "'90s-theme" stuff at the '90s-themed dance, that is. The only people's clothes that seemed familiar were the ones that didn't actually try to dress up at all... Yeah, I didn't really pay much attention to clothes in the '90s, but I would think some of those things would've stood out a bit more if people where I lived were actually wearing them back then. I guess this is kind of like what old people feel like when they see those odd exaggerated depictions of the '60s and '70s made by people who weren't alive during the actual years.
But yeah, I went to the dance. Didn't do quite as much actual dancing this time (well... I guess I technically did more than last time now that I think about it, but it was all during one very long song rather than one-and-a-half shorter ones.) Turned out mostly good, but I couldn't help but feel kind of weird and lonely by the end... not 100% sure why just yet. Just sort of seemed not as good as the first one, somehow. Maybe it was the lack of tables, though later on when only a few people were sitting at them that part didn't seem all that bad... I don't know.
The poor girl I danced with was half asleep at the time; apparently she had promised to stay behind and clean up after the dance was over, so she was pretty sleepy by the time I asked her to dance. I think. At one point a couple of other girls were kind of pestering me to dance with her again, apparently denying it when I told them that she was half-asleep and probably didn't feel like dancing, and repeatedly trying to get me to ask her to dance again... they finally stopped after I told them that I had actually danced with her earlier (after they were saying that she hadn't danced at all the whole time.) I'm not really sure what was going on there. Were they trying to hint that this girl liked me or something and just... couldn't come out and say it because she was standing 10 feet away (even though, with how loud the volume was, you can barely hear someone 3 feet away?), or something? I don't know. Girls can be weird sometimes.
Earlier in the day, I had pizza for lunch. Somewhat later in the day, I went to a luau thing they had at the Institute building (basically church, but they also teach religious classes there) and ate some rice and veggies and cake and stuff like that. And talked a lot. Turns out one of the girls I had bumped into last week also likes to draw and come up with storylines and such, and we talked a lot (she gave me book reccommendations, too... guess I'll have something to do on those boring parts of Sundays?) She ended up asking me if I had a DeviantArt account, so I told her what my name on there is (wrote it down, actually, since it's "FnrrfYgmSchnish" and I doubt many people could remember that.) Saw her at the dance, too, but I think she left early so I only got to talk to her a little bit.
Also at the dance, I decorated a styrofoam cup (with various weird symbols and critters), ate animal crackers and Gushers (first time I've seen those in a while!) and drew stuff on tables. Well, lots of people drew stuff on the tables, but I drew Yogurt Snails and K'hyurbhis and Frankfurter the soap-eating eel and stuff like that. And question marks. Lots and lots of question marks.
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