Jun 06, 2005 02:23
Ah, Prom/Prom weekend was awesome. Somehow everything worked out. After prom, we went back to my house and hung out in my basement with fine wines and cheeses. Haha, we tried to be classy. Then the next day, we decided to go down the shore and see what we could do with the situation. We ended up staying at James' uncle's house, which was right across the street from Marie's grandfathers. It was amazing.
First night we grilled hamburgers, made french fries, corn, and potatoes. Feasted like kings. Then tonight we cooked sausage, peppers, onions, pasta and garlic bread. We had no idea what we were doing, but it tasted amazing haha.
Everything has been cool lately, except 8 people have come up to me in the past month or two telling me that someone has been talking about me behind my back. About my "alcoholism", "drug addiction", "lying", and "obsession with taking advantage of girls". I didn't believe the first few people that told me, cause the person that's saying this, I consider one of my true best friends. But as more and more people said it, I started to get upset...not cause I was so harmed by the bullshit, just because they were pissed that he was saying stuff. I could easily defend any of the stuff said about me, but I shouldnt even have to. In the last few months of high school, I'd like to be drama-free, just like the past 4 years have been for me. It's retarded, and if you think that I'm referring to you, please just give it up. I'll probably talk to you about it tomorrow or sometime this week, cause I'd just like it if you quit it for everyone's sake. It's not fair to me, and the people who may not say to your face that they don't want to hear it. Whatever though, as a friend to a friend, it just catches me a little off guard. I know my argument isn't completely unfounded...I think it's legitimate.
Enough of that though. I won't be in school tomorrow (which is the main reason why I'm up at such an ungodly hour)...but this weekend was great, and I'm glad everything worked out, and apparently...we can cook.
Reed