:: Closing Time ::

:: Tuesday, May 21, 2002 ::

Here we go a'blogging again.

Tonight was Pops banquet; points of the night are as follows.

Jack was announced as a dancer instead of a singer, and was upset. I understand completely.
The roast went reasonably well, despite the fact that certain tidbits just didn't fly.
Sasha managed to pull off a miracle, all three groups he was "needed" for were just fine. (no, the combo didn't need him, despite all the bullshit Aaron threw at me. Who the fuck was right now? Sorry man but you were out of line tonight)
I talked about Chad, and didn't get to say most of what I wanted to. Like I said there though, how could I? He wasn't there, so hey. I said something, because I needed to.
Etc.
Lauren said today was the last chance to buy prom tickets, so again, supposedly, that decision has been made for me (not like I haven't basically made it). I remain skeptical.

Speaking of, he didn't ask her. Which, two days ago, meant I was going to. Except, these haven't been the best two days. So as usual, circumstance pushes me away. As for the other issue, well. Told a couple of people I was afraid to touch it with a 10 foot pole, and it was true. Which sucks, because I'd like to. But there are some things even I stay the fuck out of.

In the past week, Bonnie blogs, Alex (re)blogs, I blog, Sasha blogs. Who else jumped on this week? I'm not sure.

Does that tell you something about this week?

Speaking of, somehow Bonnie's blog has issues. I don't know why; I've never seen a blog with issues before. Maybe she's logging in and out of different accounts? I know she made a few to get them to work.

Song quote.

"Met a girl, thought she was grand. Fell in love, found out firsthand; it went well for a week or two, then it all came unglued.
In a trap, trip I can't grip; never thought I'd be the one who'd slip. Then I started to realize that I was living one big lie.
She fucking hates me. (trust)
She fucking hates me (la la la love)
I tried to hard and she tore my feelings like I had none
And ripped them away."
-Puddle of Mudd

"Are you listening?
Sing it back
I'm still running away
I won't play your
Hide and seek game
I was spinning free
With a little sweet
And simple numbing me
What a dizzy dance
This sweetness will not
Be concerned with me
No the sweetness will not
Be concerned with me"
-Jimmy Eat World

Hey, guess what. I'm really starting to hate myself.



:: Peter 11:29 PM [+] ::
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