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Homecoming

Sat Oct 11, 2008, 4:15 PM
Was terrible.

I have another one next Friday. ><

Sweet balls! I'm like, Ye Almighty Dancing Queen! I enjoy dancing, and I enjoy my dresses, and I love being close to people. I really hope I have a good time. If I don't, that's okay. But last night was not good.

Oh well. Win some, Lose some.

Something good may still come out of it, actually. Silver lining, I suppose. Anyway, yes. How is everybody? Sorry I haven't said much lately.

  • Mood: Apprehensive
  • Listening to: My fingers click-clack on the keyboard.
  • Reading: Nothing. I should really pick up a book.
  • Watching: What A Girl Wants
  • Playing: With a tube of Burts Bees.
  • Eating: Pizza.
  • Drinking: Soda.

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pics.

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last one is just for fun teehee.

I love you dear! enjoy?

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I am not what I am.
:iconxblackxcontagionx:
Are you coming to LHS Homecoming, then?

And why was your Homecoming so terrible? :0? Something bad happen?

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Well behaved women rarely make history.
:iconinvisiblecarousels:
OH, absolutely. I'll be there.

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We are who we were.
:iconinvisiblecarousels:
THANK YOU!!! Oh, and I'm really sorry that we lost you at the mall. I suck.

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We are who we were.
:iconinvisiblecarousels:
Yeah, I'll be at your homecoming as long as Lee gets my ticket. LOL

Yes, something bad happened. But something good came out of it. *shrug*

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We are who we were.
:iconxblackxcontagionx:
Can I know what happened, or is it personal?

I don't mean to pry or anything, I'm just curious. :0

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Well behaved women rarely make history.
:iconteeney-ninjaa:
YOU DONT SUCK.
JOHN DOES.
SO NO MORE MENTIONING THAT.
zip.
zilch.
nuh.
hah, i win.
>=3

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I am not what I am.
:iconinvisiblecarousels:
Bah. Agree. John = Napoleon.

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We are who we were.
:iconinvisiblecarousels:
It was just a truly horrible night. My homecoming date [a boy] became Just Friends in my book, because he hit on all my friends and WOULD NOT TOUCH ME AT ALL. He was so awkward, and uncomfortable, and I wanted to kill him. Plus the girl I've liked FOREVER [who is now my girlfriend as of the 18th] had a seizure. My "date" caught her, but when I saw her jolting like crazy, I held her head in my lap. It was terrible. I started bawling and had a panic attack for 45 minutes.

It was awful. Worst. Homecoming. Ever.

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We are who we were.

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