:: Closing Time ::

:: Thursday, May 23, 2002 ::

So I'm probably actually going to prom. Very soon I must decide if I want to go to Mike's dinner thing, and tell him. He's been remarkably patient and flexible given that I've been being a pain in the ass.

I bet you all are expecting a long, or at least reasonable explanation of why I currently think I'm going. Well you're not gonna get reasonable, and you hopefully won't get long.

I realized that bullshit is universal, and that despite probably not wanting to be there once I'm there, it will be better than -not- having been there and having to hear about it. I'm going to have to watch certain people get their flirt on and well, feel like something of an idiot. And I'm going to have to watch certain people fall flat on their faces and well, feel like an idiot and a failure and an ass at the same time. But hey. What are social events for? They're remarkably good at making me feel worthless, that's for sure. Betcha I'll do some prom physics. Shit, I'm very likely to consider relativity at prom. Hell, I'll give you a prom physics line right now (vaguely adjusted but generally stolen from the man himself, Albert Einstein): Ever notice how the enjoyable moments of prom dissapear in an instant and suddenly are no more, and yet the painful, heart wrenching ones seem to last an eternity? That's relativity.

You know what, I'm gonna come out and say it in writing, because it's 12:30 in the morning, I have purple primer and PVC cement all over my fingers, and given the similar treatment I've gotten from certain people I really just no longer care. I'm going to prom because I'm going to laugh my ass off at a certain "couple" who have been playing a game of cat and mouse with stun guns for years because one doesn't know when to quit and the other doesn't know when to call for quits. I'm going to laugh, and laugh, and then because I'm a sucker I know I'm going to try and bail them both out. And inevitably (it always happens) I'll be trying to help someone and BOTH will get mad at me. At which point I will tell myself fuck it, go off into a corner, and sit contemplating the meaning of life and existance. I will be upset that I do not have any alcohol, because in my depression I will want to be very, very drunk, until I hear a song which makes me angry enough at the world to go after it, or uplifting enough to make me forget, for a moment, why I was so depressed. Neither person involved in the situation will come to speak to me, or even give any signs that hune has realized what hune has done. It's likely hune doesn't give a fuck.

I build basically my fourth water cannon today. Water day, as Jay recalled, basically only lasts about 15 minutes. It seems we're putting way too much work into this, but I'll take it to the cape or gloucester or the beach or wherever people go this summer because it will be fucking cool.

If I'm invited.
:: Peter 12:36 AM [+] ::
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