All the titles for this post sound stupid.

Before I start writing, I would like to point out that my writing style on this blog is slightly different to my other sites. This is because, like Mara, I am attempting to write as formally as possible. This is a feeble attempt to actually 'blog' about opinions, ideas and such. Or anything random that comes into my mind.

• First, arriving. She arrives first with a friend, and as he approaches, a wide grin spreads across his face as he fakes a low, 'i-am-impressed' whistle (He has trouble whistling). Silently, he hugs her and says quietly "You look stunning."
• After partnering up and going to the toilet with another friend, as all females do, she comes back to childishly leave a giant lipstick mark on his cheek. However, before she gets the chance to, she hears an excited "Ta-da!" and feels a rose being pushed into her hand.
• The DJ's voice rings through the room, "This is the last song for the couples." Knowing, and not minding that he hates dancing, and NEVER dances - EVER, she sits and happily jokes with the rest of the table. Before she knows it, he is standing up. Suddenly, she is being pulled to the dance floor. "If I didn't do this, I would regret it later," he says quietly as a massive smile spreads across her face, forgetting that her feet and legs are aching and blistering from hardcore dancing the entire night with the others. Towards the end of the song, her friend jumps in to dance with the two. Many would think this would 'ruin the moment', so to speak, but this makes her more joyful, because she is reminded that she is surrounded by some of the most important people in her life.

EW! CORNY!
Anyone who's reading this would probably know - but if you don't, I'll tell you.
I may seem like a dignified, independent awesome woman, because I totally am... [hehehe] But I have a confession to make to you fellow interweb bloggers. I'm whipped! Tied down, if you will! I know, I'm disgusted with myself too. If me from the beginning of last year could see me now, I believe I would shock myself. "WHAT HAPPENED TO INDEPENDENT OJAYE?" I would cry and slap myself. Then, I would calmly reply to myself, "You are still the same Ojaye, you're just less stressed about everything now."

Apparently relationships will do that to you. So, even though I am weird about blogging about this sort of thing, I really want to rant about my awesome 'other half', because he's really really... awesome.
We recently attended his formal, as he goes to an all boys' school. I knew it'd be a great night, because I went with his friend last year to the same formal. I LOVE all boys' school formals, because they're less serious than all girls' schools.

Anyone who goes to an all girls' school would know what it's like - many take formal night too seriously, expect too much, you know? The awards at a girls' school are serious - Best Dressed, Dance Floor King/Queen whatever.
Don't get me wrong, it's good and all, and I REALLY enjoy it - formal is the most fun ever! - but some girls will have their nights ruined because they didn't get Best Dressed, or because someone is wearing the same shoes as her. That really sucks. I think too much importance is placed over looking good. How disappointing! It's fun to dress up, but when girls take it too seriously, the consequences could be DIRE!

At boys' schools, the entire night is about having the time of your life. Guys dress up as cowboys, bring top hats and canes, and even go to the effort of finding a purple pimpin' suit~
I LOVE the atmosphere! If a guy hates dancing, the rest will include him (much to his disgust, I'm sure) and pick him up for crowd surfing. Last year they even had a conga line.

The awards have the common "Best Dressed" and "Best Couple" etc, but they also have fun awards like "Biggest Tool Moment," "Toughest Teacher," and "Most Likely to be Suspended by the End of the Night." Everyone knows that they're jokes, but everyone has a huge laugh and it's a riot.
Of course, I'm sure if a girl at my school won "Biggest Tool" award, she'd probably be quite hurt by it. I may enjoy these awards, because, to quote one of my previous music teachers, "That's such a boy comment! I teach at an all girls' school to get away from that sort of talk!" Sorry, Ms Sprason. Don't worry though, she, too, laughed at the comment. (She said this after I mentioned - to no one in particular - that the window looked like someone sneezed on it. I didn't realise anyone had actually heard it until I saw the look of SHOCKHORROR on her face. I guess someone is bound to hear, in a class of five people.)
I don't really know why I'm writing about the differences between formals, I guess I just find the overall contrasts interesting... you know, how much importance is placed on different things?

Well anyway, back to my boy.
I'm really grateful, because the other day I was reading through my English essay. I was trying to think of ways to re-word some sentences that seemed wrong, when I realises that Potato is excellent with words. I asked him on MSN if he could simply skim through my essay and make sure everything was gramatically correct, and maybe tell me if anything sounded out of place.

"When is it due?" He asked upon receiving the essay
"Tuesday, why?" I replied
"Just wondering how much time I have at my disposal. XD" He typed back.

At this point, my brain screams "TYPICAL!" I should've known he'd want to get it absolutely perfect! I'M WASTING HIS TIME BY SENDING HIM MY ESSAY.
Potato never half does things.
So, in order to save his spare time, I frantically 'yell' "NO! DON'T SPEND MUCH TIME ON IT! I just want a skimmmmmmmmmmmm"
At this point, he ignores me and continues to edit my essay.
Typical. Really typical.
Stupid, selfless, perfectionist.

I like fruit baskets because it gives you the ability to mail someone a piece of fruit without appearing insane. Like, if someone just mailed you an apple you’d be like ‘Huh? What the hell is this?’, but if it’s in a fruit basket you’re like ‘This is nice!.’
Demetri Martin