P12OM.

It's already senior year, and I am elated my final year of high school is coming to the end. But before graduation, one of the most indelible nights happened on April 14th, 2012. On that date, the ladies looked elegant and the men looked handsome. It was the night of the august Prom 2012, and for me and my peers, it was Senior Prom. Our tacit idea of Senior Prom is to go all out and create one of your greatest memories. The Seniors actually became nocturnal on that night because of the antics and the extreme partying needed to be accomplished on that eve. To quell the excitement and think anyone will accept a platitude of night is a crazy idea, it is an irrelevant idea. The attendees went to exquisite places of dining to become indulgent in the most delicious of food. And then at the pavilion of Prom, they went to dance among the callous and the exuberant in the pit. Friends were all so happy to be together, which can be seen in the countless number of photographs taken. At the end of it all there is no room for compunction, but room for the memories that even at the edge of your life you will still be able to ruminate about.

My New Island

Today, I won the lottery. But since I am implacable with saving the money, I came to the ultimatum to buy a island just for myself immediately. I became exuberant when my friends and I arrived upon the beach of my new island in which I named "WakaWaka," Now that I owned this asset, I decided to set the rules of my island.
Rule Number 1: You must maintain a decorum at all times, even when sleeping.
Rule Number 2: When speaking, the one who's voice is most stentorian, gets to speak.
Rule Number 3: Dr. Pepper is the only drink allowed to imbibed. 
Rule Number 4: Every person is applicable to random water balloon torture.
Rule Number 5: A roomate will be stipulated based on opposite interests.
Rule Number 6: Nobody crosses the dictator aka Mason Belcastro, or they will put under duress.