Have you ever thought about... like... why rainbows are called rainbows?

On Saturday, my best friend's older sister had prom. Her dress was the nicest. Prom dresses, I've noticed, have a tendency to be quite trashy. You have these awful patterns, and then you pour glitter and sequins on top. It's terrible. Our school social is coming up, in May. I need a dress. I need a boy.
We went out to a local pizza place, and then Target. Outside the pizza place, on main street, a homeless guy came up to us. First, I was scared. He said he needed 75 cents so he could sit for a while in McDonalds. That made me sad. I should have given him a dollar, but I didn't. He might have stolen my wallet. Later, inside, my friend told me that she hates homeless people. I told her that she doesn't really hate homeless people, she hates dealing with them. She conceded. It made me feel a little worse.
The pizza was good. It rained heavily, and the ceiling above the people next to us was leaking. They didn't mind, though, because they were incredibly drunk. 'Have you ever thought about... like... why rainbows are called rainbows?'
The waitress was hot.
Then we went to Target. There was almost no one there. I bought a tank top in grey with pink ish floral print. I could probably buy this particular tank top in every color, in fact, I have it in five different ones. My best friend once told me that you should have no more than two shirts that are the same, but I think that once you find a style you like, stick to it.
It was a good day.