Anyway, I know that I had said previously on here, and on MySpace, that the Kilby date would be the first show, and that's what I had thought until about twelve o' clock yesterday afternoon. It wasn't until I got home and looked on the show announcement myself that I absolutely knew. Which, you know, wasn't very comforting. The entire day was chaotic. But oh, oh, the show itself was so much fun. Everyone did so well.
I told Diantha that if she and I were twice our age and lived in Manhattan, we would have called it my first night out as a single lady. And then we would go around scalping for young men to have coital relations with. In our cheetah print blouses and Old Navy denim. Hot!
I find that my nervousness is a very temperamental trait. Some days, it goes away after long enough, and then I'm able to do whatever it was that I was nervous about. Other days it's like a clingy boyfriend. It rests its head against my stomach and will not, for the life of it, subside. And then it tells me it needs me and I need it. Oh, nervousness! One day you'll find your own independence.
Speaking of which, the Boyfriend and I broke up two nights ago, after I'd gotten home from band practice and acoustic night and such. He was lying to me, that's all that needs be said. Lying to me again and playing games like, "See how long of my crying it takes for her to cave in," and "Keep lying to her and wait until she changes back to her normal, independent self, and then dump her." What fun games, am I right?
Prom is tonight. I assure you I will have much to tell by tomorrow.
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