Dammit, you're intriguing. I don't feel nearly as worthless because of you. It'd be awesome if I knew how to discern. Do I? Don't I? Sometimes I can't think of anything I care less about, and other times I can't stop picturing. It's probably just those silly hormones that result from being a teenager. And then there's my wretched habit of reaching for the unreachable.
The day before today went as expected. Okay, I know Formal will be fun. That's super. But if I don't want to go, please don't get your panties in a bunch. It's not the end of the world. I'll have a plethora of opportunities to go to clubs later in life, when it will be much more fun because I won't have to watch clusters of high school students (that I know personally) having everything but sex on the dance floor. "But you're a senior, it's your last chance." Well I'm not taken' it, babe. And that's all-right with me.
This weekend? This weekend. I hope some life-changing things happen. I have a ton of stuff to watch and read, plus I think I'm going. Why not?
Today:
-Mr. Powers
-write
-other
Tomorrow
-hang
-watch
-relax
-you
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