The End

This day was always imminent. The end of my blog.

I began this experimental project as a way to immortalize my senior year and my transition into college. But I often got busy and neglected it. Lately, I just lack the motivation to write about stuff. So, I'm cutting the cord and moving on.

I graduated a week and a half ago, and I already feel different. I didn't feel it at first, but I think it hit me last night. High school is already fading away, and college, which is something I always just talked about, is finally starting to become real.

I had a pretty great senior year filled with a ton of movie-worthy moments. Now I'm ready for a summer full of adventure. I basically want to spend as much time as I can with my family, friends, and Alaina. Not seeing them everyday will be the biggest adjustment that I have to make. But I'm going to school for something I love, so what can be better than that?

I want to take a quick moment to thank the five people who actually read this thing, including my amazing Aunt Brenda who passed away a month ago.

I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower last night. I really liked it because it was filled with beautiful imagery and captured the feeling of growing up. In the novel, Charlie experiences the feeling of being infinite. I guess that's what I want to feel this summer.

To all my seniors, good luck in college. And good luck in life to everyone. All I can say is fill it with love... and joy. I think that's most important. Peace out.

Why Rebecca Black Should be Hailed as a Hero and not Crucified

Somehow I am once again having difficulty finding the time to blog. The end-of-senior-year festivities have hit like a wave. But here's a post I've been thinking about for awhile:

In the span of a few short days, a pretty, thirteen-year-old, all-American girl became the most infamous and widely hated individual since Adolph Hitler. You all know her - Rebecca Black - the auto-tuned voice behind the YouTube sensation "Friday."

In a sea of angry villagers screaming "witch," I am here to boldly say that Rebecca Black is a hero. Go ahead and hang me.

That does not mean that I think "Friday" is a great song. (P.S. Some people legitimately do.) It is a pointless, upbeat, and endlessly catch tune that should be great for middle school students. It should not be the national hit that it has become. And the overnight success is exactly why dear Rebecca deserves to be thanked and not criticized or threatened.

I believe that Americans have misdirected their outrage. Most people criticize Rebecca's "Friday" for its lyrics which includes the lines "Kickin' in the front seat. Sittin' in the back seat. Gotta make my mind up. Which seat can I take?"

The most shocking aspect of these ridiculous lyrics is that they actually fit into today's music landscape quite well. Take Katy Perry and Kanye West's collaborative "E.T." for example which features the lyrics "I'ma disrobe you. Then I'ma probe you."

Or Jeremih's "Down on Me": "And I'm gonna lick it, lick it, lick it 'til her hicky have her Rev running. Keep you running 'til you whimpy, bang, bang, bang, bang."

And how could I forget Britney Spear's latest hit "Till the World Ends?" "Whoa oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh... Whoa oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh..."

The lyrics in these songs could be considered even more laughable than Rebecca's, but that doesn't stop you from jamming to them on your way to school. Rebecca's producers set out to create a star out of the girl-next-door. The fact that t hey succeeded reveals the dire straits today's music industry has encountered. Rebecca accidentally parodied the biggest hits of the day, and her producers unknowingly showed America how easy it is to create an overnight hit with a horrible jingle.

So, Americans don't hate Rebecca. They are unconsciously angry because of today's senseless crap parading under the surname of music. Instead of Rebecca, direct your anger at the radio superstars who continue to insult our standards and our intelligence. Wake up America! Let's demand something better! Demand art!

Because in the end, a thirteen-year-old auto-tuned girl, however sweet, shouldn't be able to produce a hit song about the days of the week. Rebecca, I salute you.

The "Friday" Official Video

Dishwashing Mania

I want to fall into a mountain of freshly washed sheets.

I finally have an official, real job: washing dishes at Rey Azteca. Thanks to Alaina's dedicated mother, I feel like I joined the mafia. There's no turning back.

I actually like the job although it is pretty down and dirty, hard work. Driving around town, I now think of all the other teenagers and down-on-their-luck twenty somethings silently washing dishes in the small corners of kitchen restaurants. Maybe I'll start a club. These are the real champions of society.

Track has started and the countdown to summer has begun. One thing is blocking my way - Ayn Rand. A couple of months back during my scholarship craze, I decided to enter The Fountainhead Essay Contest. Might as well. I read the book and surprisingly enjoyed it. But I need to get this essay done. That's my goal for the week. And then I will be free baby.

Other than that, I need to start writing my summer lists. I have two of them - Things I Want to Do This Summer (like go camping and head to the drive-ins) and Things I Need to Learn in Order to Survive in College (like I'm embarrassed to admit I can't tie my ties very well... or at all).

How are all the other high school seniors feeling right now? I don't know if I'm ready to leave my life as I know it. But it's time. I've had a good year. Now, I just have to go out with a bang.

And oh. I spent part of my weekend making this video for one of my teachers, Miss Rice. She wants to win a trip to England. Watch and share if you haven't already!

Send Miss Rice to England!

Bye Bye Musical

After three months of Conrad Birdie influencing my every move, running from place to place, and living off of ham and cheese sandwiches, I woke up this morning and it was all gone.

The last performance of Bye Bye Birdie was yesterday. Although the whole ordeal got off to a rough start, I really enjoyed the whole experience and wish I would have gotten involved in a musical sooner. It was nice to bond with the cast and make some new friends. Plus, I just like creative endeavors. Putting on a show was rewarding.

At the cast party afterward, I finally realized that I'

m headed to college in five months and that I'm going to miss everyone. I filled out my housing application for Chapman last night, and it felt weird. I hope I make college friends quickly.

Oh well. I'm on to other things already. Track is in full swing, and I still have some end-of-the-year projects to finish. I can't think of anything huge I'm looking forward to other than graduation and prom (I suppose). I guess I should come up with a "cute" way to ask Alaina.

Hello World.

I've been gone for quite awhile. I know I said I wouldn't blog again until Monday, but a friend brought me out of hibernation a little early.

I've been busy trying to fill my days with both track workouts and musical practice. In fact, I'm leaving my house in about five minutes for our last rehearsal. Opening night for Bye Bye Birdie is tomorrow. I'm excited for musical weekend and my first track meet next week.

The time is flying by. I have made my final college decision: Chapman. I wasn't accepted into USC. I can't say I was surprised. In fact, I think I might have been leaning toward Chapman all along. I don't know what it is - I just know it's the school for me.

Enough about me. What brings me here today is my friend Sara. Like myself, she is still working on scholarships. She wrote an essay about the importance of free speech and individuality. Both Sara and I have found these essential during our senior year as we prepare for college. Our generation needs to fight for our beliefs. After all, no one wants to live in a world where Big Brother limits your every move. Individuality is a beautiful thing.

To Sara, good luck. And to everyone else, have a nice weekend.

Check this out:

"Thousands of people stand around me, angrily shouting and thrusting their signs into the air. As the mass marches toward the Capital, I realize that these people are all standing in the frigid January temperatures in order for their voices to be heard and to exercise their rights under the first amendment. In response to the video, “Lukianoff on Free Speech,” censorship on college campuses is wrong; higher education should be promoting the education and dissemination of serious topics to further prepare students for life after school. Both national and international issues need to be discussed because younger generations will not learn to have a voice about serious issues facing our world in the coming years.
In my senior year of high school, I am taking a morality class in which we often get into debates about heavy moral issues such as abortion, capital punishment, and marriage. Before the year had begun, I had somewhat understood my views on these subjects, but was unable to fully defend my beliefs. As the year has progressed, my eyes were opened to the views of others who actually understand their views entirely and have defended them up until the end of each class. Through free speech, others have helped me to further formulate my personal views on global issues of importance, and I have found that I have become a well-rounded person. Instead of only speaking to those of my own generation about the hottest fashions and the newest songs, I can now speak to anyone; I am better able to understand and discuss my views. It is vital that we instill the values of open discussion and debate in our young adults before they enter the working world without ever having expressed themselves. Debating in classrooms and helping young adults to understand the various views of the world needs to be a higher priority for colleges. Colleges should be encouraging debates that allow students to express themselves and explore their own opinions. Without the right to free speech, students will come to believe that having a voice is inconsequential, along with the idea that one cannot be an individual. Everyone should have an opinion, along with the liberty to express that opinion, especially in a college setting where one is taught to question, examine, and discern.
In conclusion, censorship on campuses is a problem; one should be able to freely express his or her views and practice the use of his or her voice like the people I witnessed marching toward the Capitol. If students can engage in an open debate with the guidance of a professor, it may help some of the students to refine their own opinions. Colleges should stop ignoring and making light of the first amendment and start educating the future of the world, because without it the nation’s voice will become obsolete. Society needs to break the silence and make some noise to prevent a lackluster future for the land of the free."

Temporary Break-Up

Please don't be alarmed. Alaina and I are still going strong. Rather, I am breaking up with this blog... just for awhile.

You see, we just need to take some time off. I know that I've had to do this before. Between all of the commotion going on this month - musical, track, homework, scholarships, and random film projects - I'm having trouble finding the time to blog. And blog about things that are actually interesting.

The last performance of McCort's Bye Bye Birdie is on April 3rd. So on April 4th, I promise I'll be back.

Until then, I am going to try to get some work done. Spring is pretty much here, and a lot of exciting things are going on. Next month will be a big month for me. In less than two months, my college decision will be complete. Scary.

All you seniors out there, get it together. See you soon!

Hold the Phone!

I have a bunch of things I could write about, and because I probably won't have a chance to blog again until next Saturday, I will try to briefly cover everything.

This was a pretty crazy week including things like hipster shows in a renovated church and a 70s mafia fire hall, long musical group numbers, a Mexican dinner late at night, and a canceled religious retreat. After this dramatic week, I just have to say, "Thank God for the weekend!"

Of course, because musical and track have taken over my life, I'm spending most of the weekend getting caught up on "Chad" projects with a little Saturday Night Live mixed in. And no matter what happens, at 8:00pm tomorrow, I will be sitting in front of my television watching the Oscars.


I've been working with my friends to create a Summer To-Do List (it will be here before you know it). One of the items involves the drive-ins. However, I realized a sad fact recently. There's really no movies that I'm excited to see this summer. Every single film is a sequel or comic book movie.


That being said, I finally got to read a great GQ article by Mark Harris today. "The Day the Movies Died" talks about the decline of the movie industry and the lack of original movies (Top Gun 2 is coming into existence). Inception - an actual non-adaptation and non-sequel movie - has caused a stir. Hopefully things will start shaping up.

I am excited for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II and Super Eight. So, I'll find something to watch at the drive-ins.


Speaking of sequels, I guess I'll end with the big news of the evening...
Spy Kids 4!

That's right! The world is not ready. Embarrassing as it is, Spy Kids made me want to go into filmmaking. I was obsessed with the movie as an eight-year-old. When I watched a Behind the Scenes Feature on ABC Family one Saturday morning, I realized for the first time that movies weren't real. I fell in love with images of the backlot and bam! Magic.


Spy Kids 2 was pretty good too (although strange). The third one was stupid. I actually can't say that I'm stoked for this new one. Jessica Alba is involved. Although she may be pretty, I'm not a fan because all of her movies are dumb. Robert Rodriguez should be trustworthy.

Spy Kids 4 will either allow me to relive my childhood or destroy it. The movie industry may be in trouble after all.

Friends are cool.

Yesterday was one of those days where I couldn't bring myself to do anything productive. It was a long week. On Friday night, I partied it up in celebration of Christina's and Ian's birthday. I have cool friends.

Saturday contained the falling action as I read, aimlessly searched the internet, ran, headed to the Corner Coffee Shop, and hung out in Altoona. I attempted to get some work done today.

I'm not even sure if I'm fully recovered from last weekend. Alaina and I had a lot of fun exploring Pittsburgh. First, we headed to AMC Theaters to watch The King's Speech. It was a great middle-of-the day movie. The cast was particularly awesome. I loved watching Helena Bonham Carter in an actual serious role, and Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush deserve Oscars. Overall, it was a great movie. Although, I'm not sure I'll be in a hurry to watch it again. The Social Network remains my favorite of the year.


In between films we headed to Ikea which is the equivalent of Disneyland. I walked through the store in utter awe. I look forward to the day when I can travel to Ikea with a real purpose - like furnishing my house.


As night settled in, we headed to an extremely creepy theater to see Blue Valentine. Blue Valentine really wasn't depressing like I thought it would be, it was just sort of unhappy - not in a bad way. The movie was painfully, yet beautifully real. We watched the two characters falling out of love interwoven with the story how they fell in love. Some parts of the movie were so real and private that it was hard to watch. However, I felt like I walked away with something - a really important message about life. Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams were great as expected. The best part of the movie was the ending - the climaxes of the falling-in-love story and the-falling-out-of-love story met in the middle. The cuts were heartbreaking and devastating.


Finally, Alaina and I ended the night by dining at Mallorca (the Cheesecake Factory was overflowing). We made friends with the hostess and ate a delicious Spanish dinner.

Mallorca!

March is already approaching. It kind of scares me. Focusing on college has made this year fly by. I'm having a blast, and I have a lot of things I want to accomplish before the fall. I guess I would have to say that I've settled into a kind of peace or contentment with whatever happens. It feels weird typing this, but I just feel a sense of hope lingering in the distance.

Alaina, Christina, and I discussed Radiohead over the weekend. I never really got into them, but Alaina was right. This one is good.

Tough Yet True Love

Track conditioning has started right when musical is heating up. The school year has reached that limbo period when winter activities blend with spring activities in order to create a month without sleep.

In the midst of the excitement, I hope to still find time to blog on the weekends. Tonight, I am staying up late in order to accomplish a few things - one of which is quite daring.

I am currently uploading a photo album of embarrassing Ryan pictures to Facebook. You see, as much as I love Adam and Ryan, they've been acting like two gossiping bitter old women lately. In addition, Ryan has initiated a number of small attacks on me throughout the year. I've warned him countless times that I was going to get my revenge.

The day has come. Although really, I don't believe in revenge, and I don't see this action as such. In reality, I simply find the pictures hilarious and believe that they need to be shared with the world. It's about time everyone met the real, not-so-innocent Ryan.

I'm sorry Ryan, but it had to be done. You will gain more fans in the long run thanks to this. And although we often fight and lunge at each others' throats, we will always love each other. I might actually miss you in college... just a little bit.

In other parts of the world, Alaina and I had a wonderful Pittsburgh trip on Saturday. I'm looking forward to another fun weekend because our good friend Christina is coming to Johnstown from Philadelphia. Her birthday is tomorrow. Happy birthday EM! We're in for an extravaganza.

I'll write about that as well as Pittsburgh soon.

One last thing, thank you to Alaina for introducing me to this song.

Wake Up!

The second semester at Bishop McCort High School began a week ago. For the first time in five months, I didn't spend the start of my day in Acting class. Instead I'm designing fliers in Microsoft Word. It feels like some sort of strange torture.

Luckily, I still see Adam Voegthly everyday. Yes Adam, I am once again writing about you on the Internet without your permission. I know. You're going to cut me.


The Voeghtly Show is still lingering in everyone's mind. I finally have some footage from the final episode. Maybe I'll just watch this video before I go to school everyday.

Forever Voeghtly: The Final Episode from Chad King on Vimeo.

My Best Friend

So the waiting game is over. Last Friday, I received an email from the Chapman Cross Country coach. She wanted to congratulate me on my acceptance to Chapman University. She didn't realize that she was letting the news slip before I received the official notification.

My package came in the mail on Tuesday. Getting accepted to both LMU and Chapman means that I'm most likely headed to school somewhere in California. Unfortunately in the midst of my excitement, Alaina and I finally had to face the unspeakable truth: we're going to be separated.

Alaina and I are best friends, but we're also so much more than that. After a few hours of crying and math homework at Starbucks, I can't say that we have anything figured out. But I know that things will play out the way they're supposed to.

I'm super excited for our Valentine adventure this weekend. Instead of wasting money on dumb gifts, we're headed to Pittsburgh (and the surrounding area) on Saturday to see Blue Valentine, The King's Speech, trek through Ikea, and possibly dine at The Cheesecake Factory.

Pancakes and John Hughes

I hesitate to do this because it's sort of a blogging cliche, but I'm going to write about food.

I woke up early with Tyler and Addison this morning because we had to serve at the 8:00am mass. Afterward, we made the best pancakes ever!

Months ago, I had the urge to make homemade pancakes. So I printed out a recipe for Cracker Barrel pancakes, but it was resigned to the recipe cupboard after no one got around to actually making the pancakes.

That changed yesterday when Ryan was searching for a recipe and unearthed the pancakes once again.

What I thought would be a 30 minute deal turned into a multi-hour adventure due to my own stupidity. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but I somehow managed to misread the recipe and formed the impression that I could substitute buttermilk for butter. Wrong.

But that didn't stop us from starting over.

Round two went much better. We added chocolate chips, and the results were delicious.

The recipe is really simple. So the next day you're feeling cozy, enjoy!

Cracker Barrel Buttermilk Pancakes Recipe

While making pancakes, a watched a documentary on TV called Don't You Forget About Me. It was about these kids trying to find John Hughes since he vanished from the world.

Many people who were interviewed talked about the decline of teenage movies. It's kind of true. I love John's films and the characters that he created. A good, relatable movie about high school is rare these days. The world needs a new Ferris Bueller.

The Waiting Game

You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where this train will take you?

I excitedly drove home from school the other day, parked in front of my house, jumped out of the car, and headed to the mailbox. The lid was open a little bit. My heart jumped. Something large must be inside the mailbox - something like a college acceptance letter. I darted up the steps and threw open the mailbox to reveal... two small postcards.

I'm playing the waiting game. My letter from Chapman still hasn't arrived. Really, I'm more relaxed than I thought I would be. I've reached the point where I'll be comfortable with whatever happens. Still, any time my thoughts drift in school, I find they drift to that mysterious letter that is floating around somewhere in the world at this very moment.

It's sort of a strange feeling. But I know that other people are experiencing the same thing. We may not know each other, but we are all united by the waiting.


I'm excited for the weekend. Alaina and I are having a movie night this evening. And the Super Bowl is on Sunday.

I have a confession. I live in the heart of Steeler Country, and I haven't watched one football game all year. I don't know what it is - there are just many other things that I'd rather do than watch football.


However, I'll watch the Super Bowl because it is somewhat exciting. Plus, there's always the commercials.

I Miss the Sun

First of all, do I sound like a girl? Back in the day, whenever someone called the house, and I answered the phone, they always thought I was my mom. I hated it.

Then the magic of puberty happened and my voice changed. However, people still think that I'm my mom on the phone. Usually the person on the other end will say, "Mrs. King?" When I tell them I'm actually a man (well getting there), they burst into a fit of apology.


Except the lady who called the other night... she wanted to talk to Ryan about the Discovery Kids magazines he subscribes to. She thought I was his mom. When I explained that I was actually his brother, there was a short pause. And then she started to crack up with giggling! Ugh.

Short update on my life: I was accepted to Loyola Marymount University - my backup California school. So that's exciting. And my notification letter from Chapman is in the mail. Good or bad? The anticipation is killing me.


Oh, there's no school yet again today. Ice storm. By the time I graduate from high school, I'll have to leave for college the next day. At least we finished midterms yesterday.

I might actually try to do something today - maybe read. But I'm actually in a "I don't know what to do with myself period." So I might have a mini movie marathon. Catfish came from Netflix today.


I'm also on this Baz Luhrmann kick. I finally watched Moulin Rouge the other night, and I surprisingly really liked it.


Finally, here's a bit of movie magic. I always thought the elevator scene in Romeo + Juliet was super sexy. Now laugh as you watch how they did it.

Longest Day Ever

Today McCort hosted the second (and hopefully last) blood drive of the year. While it was fun to help work at, we had to be at school at 5:30 - a little too early after a long week. After school, we had musical practice for Bye Bye Birdie which, needless to say, needs a lot more work.

However, I have only one more day of mid-terms left. Tonight, I am watching movies and sleeping. And tomorrow I can't wait to join my friends for a fancy "let's get together and cook dinner" night.

In the meantime, I love Sofia Coppola. I don't know if I've said that before. But she's a girl who can easily fight the guys, and that's sexy. There's something about her movies that just makes them gorgeous.

I want to live in a Sofia Coppola film. The end.

The Importance of Snacks

Today felt calm compared to the crazy weekend. I went on a trip to DeSales University for a film scholarship audition and helped put on the McCort Prom Fashion Show. I'm going to try to give a little blurb about these two things sometime in the near future.

Until then, I want to talk about the importance of snacks. Today I came home from school ready to chew my arm off from hunger. I dashed to my kitchen cabinet, threw open the door, and there sat a glorious box of Nilla Wafers. Apparently my little brother bought them. Thanks Tyler!


Guess what? I got a scholarship essay typed tonight. It's the snacks. Brain food man. Here's the greatest secret for any high school senior in need: stack up on junk food. College applications and projects will become easy.

Sitting in front of the computer for hours to write essays that decide your future can seem daunting, but not with some snacks! Type. Grab. Munch. Type. Grab. Munch.

Here are some of my personal faves:

Mike and Ikes are God's gift to mankind. I love these things! I buy them for very special occasions/assignments.

Alaina says I'm a freak with pretzels. But beware, not all pretzels are good. I like the little ones.

I have to be careful with Cheez-Its. I usually take one handful at a time. But after making my tenth trip to the kitchen cabinet, I sometimes just take the whole box to my work station. However, then I tend to eat without realizing until half the box is gone.

I guess because I'm a distance runner, I can afford to do these things once in awhile. But seriously, snacks give me a spark. Give me some Mike and Ikes and BANG! - cure for cancer.

So eat snacks. Do work. Just don't put on ten pounds.

Unfortunately, this week is filled with mid-terms, a blood drive, and scholarship essays. So I might not be able to blog again for a little while.

See you soon!

An Epidemic

Alright. I wanted to blog last night, but I was exhausted. So as the snow falls outside and yet another possible snow day looms, I sit and type.

My fourth and final Winter Formal was last weekend. Alaina wore a crazy Black Swan-like dress, and I wore my new suit. Out of all four years, this one was my favorite. I had a lot of fun mainly due to my small, tight group of awesome friends for whom I'm super thankful for.

However, another school dance once again brought to my attention a major epidemic that is sweeping the nation (I think). Grinding.

For those of you who live in a cave or are home schooled, grinding is the latest dance craze - if you want to call it dancing.

I was going to use an Urban Dictionary definition, but they were all kind of vulgar. Basically, grinding involves a guy rubbing his junk all over a girl's rear end. Grinding really doesn't involve any dance skill. You just have to be able to move your hips. Let's not kid ourselves - grinding is pretty much sex on the dance floor.

I've included some beautiful, hand-drawn sketches to illustrate the various grinding positions.

Now while engaging in said grinding, one has a few options.

A girl can...

• Close her eyes.
• Work her body up and down.
• Rub her hands through the boy's hair.
• Play with the boy's tie.
• Gasp.
• Moan.
• Etc.

A boy can...

• Turn into a robot drained of all emotion.
• Stare into space and think about things such as flowers and baseball in order to avoid becoming too "excited."

I don't know if it's like this at every school, but no one dances at McCort dances. Everyone grinds. And I mean EVERYONE - jocks, cheerleaders, drama geeks, nerds, goths, religious zealots, the people that don't know where the heck they belong, and the people who you would never expect to see grinding.


You look around, and everyone's going at it with concentration only matched by a roomful of tired teenagers taking the SATs. And they grind to every song. My favorite grind is the "awkward grind." This occurs when a non-rap song begins to play, and everyone tries to adjust their rubbing. They always find a way - even on country songs and pop ballads.

Then these people will try to talk to you. Do they realize they're getting it on while trying to talk to me about the weather outside?


The scariest part is that no one is safe. You don't need permission to grind. Girls will come up to you and just stop rubbing on your crotch without warning. It's like you need to walk around with a sign on your neck. "Please don't grind me."


And all of this leads to the question of the night. I do everything in my power to keep this blog to a PG rating, so please know that I chose the wording of the next sentence with great care.

I don't care if you have the self-control of Ghandi, no guy can handle all that rubbing for an extended period of time without getting a visit from his "special friend".

I asked some anonymous girls at lunch, and they reported that guys have gotten visits from their "special friends" while grinding with them. They further stated, "It was kind of awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time it was like, wow, I'm really turning him on."

So then what? Are there hundreds of "special friends" out on the dance floor? When did this become socially acceptable? I'm not a prude, but as a beloved french teacher stated, "Why would you want to do that in public?" What memories are you going to take away from that night?


If you must bump and grind, why not later in a dark basement or in the back of a car where no one can see you? And why not with someone special? I personally prefer not to rub my junk all over some stranger.


I'm not telling people what they can and cannot do. But take a step back and look at it. It's sort of awkward, funny, and weird. Dances are becoming chances for teens to let out all of their stored up sexual angst. It should be called Winter Orgy.

Whatever. I'm a nerd and a hopeless romantic. I'm more of the "old fashioned, black and white, kiss me in the rain" type than the "we met in da club and went back to my place" type.