Well, it looks like the OHS Swing Dance for me.  After being told that I should go by five of my good friends, I guess I don't really have a choice.

Crap.

That means that I have to find some reasonably decent-looking clothes that still fit me.

And not be a bitch when I get there.

Crap.

I'll go... but I won't like it.  *pout*

::edit::

Okay, I went, I saw, I ran away.

I gave up after about an hour and forty-five minutes.  I danced a little with Alden, Michael Vanleivit (sp?), and Mellie's boyfriend Chris.  I asked Mellie to teach me stuff and she said, "Good!  Chris is new too," and made him be my partner while she tried to explain it to me.

I learned about three things... sort of.

And I feel like a total loser.

Not as much as a loser as Brian King or Nemanja though.  They wouldn't dance at all.  Nemanja was messing around with his camera and accidentally took a picture of my boobs [or the place where they would be if I had any].

Oh yeah, that's one to send home to the family.

I forsee a evening of loud music and reading sulkily.