Okay, so when I said that I would be suffering at the dance thing, and that I wanted to look as terrible as humanly possible so my date may just run screaming from my very presence?

Yeah, that was all metaphor. The suffering represents my internal suffering of...

Okay, I was totally angry, and now I'm kind of not. Oh, how sour these words are. But I must shovel them into my BIG MOUTH, which started all this in the first place.

There was dancing, good food, and interesting people. I think I got along better with the guys than the girls. No girl gave me the once-over, though, FOR ONCE. I was so thankful. They were all really nice and came up to introduce themselves like civilized human beings. I think even my best friend gives me once-overs more than they probably do. Then, I don't really know them, either. They might be total whacko once-over girls--giving once-overs to even the least deservant of such a cruel punishment--for all I know.

But I didn't get that vibe.

I think it's like my school's band department. A lot of the kids stick together. Birds of a feather--GOOD GRIEF! They do flock together!

Well this is just crazy.

But, I guess I should have gotten prettied upier, because I felt kind of sloppy by the end of the night. (I actually even cut my nylon and my leg with my shoe; don't ask how, it is ridiculously embarassing. I just looked down, at one point, and went, "OH, haha! I'm bleeding!") It's shocking how perfect some people can look even after hours of dancing.

I apparently missed some lesson, back in pre-school. Ma said I didn't have to take pre-school, that I could have a little more Endless Summer, but I should have just gone. That's probably the difference between girls like me and perfect girls who never look messy. Pre-school.

Gosh darnit.

Then again, I couldn't care less, so it shouldn't matter what I missed.

Speaking of missing...

I still have yet to do any of my homework.

...H...eh.

Oh well.

Better start, then.

Night.

Glad you had a good time. hee hee.
» KkaMA67 on 2007-03-18 02:34:33

Birds of the same feather flock together.. That wasone phrase I like to use back in high school whenever I'm annoyed with my friends. Good luck with the homework.
» Nuttz on 2007-03-18 02:03:36

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