Watch out for the guns, they'll get ya
Well..what a weekend. Prom was nothing like I thought it'd be. I was kinda dissapointed. And I dunno if anyone has ever heard me say this, but I hate high school drama. Anna Doyle, a buddy of the band's, didn't have anyone to hang out with before prom, so Michael, being the gentalman he is, desided to invite her along with us. That was a good idea...but there's always something that goes wrong. Micahel gave Anna my number so she could call me to meet at the school cause we were carpoolin up to G ville. Anna calls me and tells me that Jessica could be mad at me. I ask why, and she says because Jessica thinks you lied to her. I was so confused. Anyway, I get to prom and talkto Jessica and she says that she thought I was taking Anna as a date, but I told her what was actually going on and she changed her mind. Ya see, Prom. The biggest night of the year for some, and I was worried that Jessica was going to hate me forever. We're seperated for a reason, and she knows why. So I'm sitting at the restaurant worrying about how I hurt her feelings, because I do care for her, I mean, I don't have bad feelings towards her, but AHHH. I HATE HIGH SCHOOL. It's not Jessica, or anyone, it's just high school. ARG. Ok, so the moral of the story is, prom sucks. Go to Lucas' house.
~Blake
~Blake