formal FAIL

despite my prom dress wearing, my sighing, my fake tan applying, my hair straightening, and my repeated gesturing of "the shocker," i have failed to gain a spot at the [redacted] fraternity's formal of spring 2k9. the discovery occurred this afternoon as i had to walk through the corridor of finely dressed brosephs and brosephinas sipping labatt blue light on my porch not once, not twice, but three times (i forgot my phone). they said "hey bruns," but inside i knew that that really meant "you're worth a little less because you don't get to come to our formal."

don't think i'm not sad about it; a year-long dream up in smoke.