1. I've been reading a lot of people's journals on this thing, and I've gotta say: Folks, the prom is not a big deal. Chances are, you probably won't even remember it in a few years, and not just because you got bombed out of your skull and blacked out and only heard later that you threw up while you were standing up through the limo sunroof and splattered 4 or 5 cars, one of which was the town sheriff. Hell, I was completely sober for my prom, and I still can't remember a goddamned thing. And you know what? I don't care.
2. That list I just wrote? My favorite films off the top of my head? What a fucking joke. Ignore it. I'll write a better one tomorrow.