It was flattering - and slightly befuddling - to hear that Emma and I won by a landslide. People who didn't know me were voting for me, which gives me a lovely warm glow in my stomach, like the feeling of the first swig of Ovaltine or Horlicks or hot chocolate or whatever your hot drink of choice trickling down your oesophagus and into your digestive tract. Jolly nice.
Apparently, people liked my campaign e-mail I sent round the school, which I only did as a bit of a lark; I noticed that people were either sending out silly, mock campaign e-mails or taking a really embarrassing photo of someone and e-mailing it with a fake campaign slogan. Nobody was really taking it seriously, but far worse in my opinion was the fact that none of these people sent a genuinely funny e-mail. I decided to do a polite but humorous campaign e-mail, to see if that would trump the stupid e-mails. And apparently, it did. So hurrah.
I got a crown and everything! Jolly nice it was, albeit a bit on the small side. It wasn't until about half an hour before the end of the prom that I realised that the crown size was adjustable. It fit much more snugly after that, which made the whole experience nicer.
It has been but one hour since the prom ended, and already I am dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, blogging. As the prom ended at midnight, I may be awake for quite some time to come. I may not even bother going to bed.
Good morning.
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