:: Closing Time ::

:: Saturday, May 25, 2002 ::

Time for another exciting episode in my so called life.

So closing time is upon us; we're officially out. Classes are over. But I'm going back for a few reasons.

I have to record, with both groups. I have to go to beep day and the award's ceremony. I have to graduate. I have to buy a prom ticket.

Yes, you read that right. I'm going. And I'm even going to the dinner beforehand, because there will already be awkwardness and general "sort of"ness. Two sophomores, one of whom is the younger brother of my old best friend (and who is very cool), the other of whom I don't get along with at all. A couple, which has broken up, yet are still going together because from what I can tell neither of them really knows quite what else to do. I can't possibly make things that much worse, and I might get a good meal out of it. Picture taking time though; that will be awkward. Very awkward. Do I want to take my camera to prom?

I just deleted a section I don't want to talk about. Sometimes, I get a little too public with this blog.

It's funny. Of the four people I considered asking over the course of two months, two are going alone and two almost might as well be. What does this say? I have no idea.

I wish I knew who was reading this. Nobody tells me. I don't feel like going through the trouble of integrating a forum which I know nobody will use. Just email me. Or IM me. Or something, if you're going to do something at all.

I decided to go to prom ten minutes ago, and I'm already having second thoughts, doubts, everything. That's to be expected.
None of this should ever have happened.

I can tell myself that, but it doesn't make it true. I want it to be true, but I know it's not. It happened because of me. It has to be me. There's no way the entire world can be against me; it's just me. Fucking failure.



:: Peter 5:47 PM [+] ::
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