Late Night Enlightenment
My back is a bit sore, but other than that I'm doing just fine. Which wouldn't be strange, except it's quarter to two in the morning and I've been exhausted all week. So what do I do? Not sleep, even though I should. I have to be at Inkblots at ten, which seems so far away now.
Why am I up so late? Megan got off work at 10, picked me up at 10:30, and Leah met us at Blue Bay. Megan had dinner and Leah and I split a banana split, then we sat for 3 hours and just talked. And laughed. And talked. And laughed.
I'm certainly going to miss these late-Friday-night conversations. The road trip will be awesome, though. I'm totally psyched about it.
On the flipside (I can't believe I just typed that, but oh well), I am NOT psyched about Prom. I want to go with a guy. Any guy. ANY guy. But tickets go on sale Monday for Post-prom and only 50 couples are allowed, and I probably won't go. I mean, i could bring a blank check and offer to pay the $120 for the tickets, but I don't know who to ask. But I want to go, so I'm going to ask someone. And although I know I'd have fun with Megan, I want to go with a guy.
Anyway, on the ride home Leah played a cool song from a cd for me. I liked it. Maybe I can borrow it and burn a copy, if the stupid CD-RW drive is working anymore. It never seems to work for me, which fits with the current electronic conspiracy against me. First Microsoft Word on the computer downstairs went haywire, then the one in Mom and Dad's room froze on me, then the Mac suddenly quit everything I was doing and switched from a flashing and ticking stopwatch to a white mouse arrow. Maybe I'm cursed.
Well, with that positive thought, I'm heading off to bed. Got to get at least SOME sleep for tomorrow. Er, today.
Why am I up so late? Megan got off work at 10, picked me up at 10:30, and Leah met us at Blue Bay. Megan had dinner and Leah and I split a banana split, then we sat for 3 hours and just talked. And laughed. And talked. And laughed.
I'm certainly going to miss these late-Friday-night conversations. The road trip will be awesome, though. I'm totally psyched about it.
On the flipside (I can't believe I just typed that, but oh well), I am NOT psyched about Prom. I want to go with a guy. Any guy. ANY guy. But tickets go on sale Monday for Post-prom and only 50 couples are allowed, and I probably won't go. I mean, i could bring a blank check and offer to pay the $120 for the tickets, but I don't know who to ask. But I want to go, so I'm going to ask someone. And although I know I'd have fun with Megan, I want to go with a guy.
Anyway, on the ride home Leah played a cool song from a cd for me. I liked it. Maybe I can borrow it and burn a copy, if the stupid CD-RW drive is working anymore. It never seems to work for me, which fits with the current electronic conspiracy against me. First Microsoft Word on the computer downstairs went haywire, then the one in Mom and Dad's room froze on me, then the Mac suddenly quit everything I was doing and switched from a flashing and ticking stopwatch to a white mouse arrow. Maybe I'm cursed.
Well, with that positive thought, I'm heading off to bed. Got to get at least SOME sleep for tomorrow. Er, today.