"I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
I'm sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
Cause I don't do too well on my own"
-Fall Out Boy
This is the song that I was quoting in my last post. Fitting, I thought. Background info, this song was written about Pete's suicide attempt using an overdose of Ativan, blah blah blah.
Last night was homecoming. It was okay; not good, not bad.
Little Life Lesson 532: Grinding is inescapable at high school dance. Seriously.
Sooo it was kind of boring. Not nearly as good as eighth grade dances. Call me a wierdo if you must, but that's just my opinion.
You know what the biggest turn off ever is? Chad dancing. I'm not even kidding. He has stupid 'moves' and the faces he makes are like incredibly extremely embarrassing. Ughh. And Bella was like, "Okay, you have to dance with Chad tonight!" Um, whatever.
I talked to Connor though. Shocker, no? Yeah, so he came over to our little circle and stood between me and Bella and was all, "Do you guys know where Douglas is?" I'm pretty sure he didn't even register me but I responded, "I haven't seen him; he's somewhere with Laura." To which he goes, "But he is here?" And then I say, "Yeah." Exciting.
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I twisted my ankle today in softball. I was running to first and when I stepped on the base my foot like slipped off the edge and got screwed up. Then I had to play the rest of the game hurt until I got to go home. And I'm using crutches at school tomorrow. Just shoot me now.
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