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today is Mikey's birthday. i always hate that i know this information, since he doesn't recognize the day as anything too special.
and i hate that i know that, too.
he's 48.
in many places, there will celebrations in his honor, people convening who will listen to his music, emulate his dance choreography and mimic his look.
that always seemed weird to me, and i always kind of resented people for doing it.
whatever, moving on.
i really want to go back home. i don't know why. reality is often better than fantasy, but sometimes it isn't. doesn't matter. i want to go to my Gramp's birthday thingee. not because i want to see him or Grandma, or anyone, really, but just so i can be there. no matter how much i pretend otherwise, it's always bothered me when i am excluded or even when i exclude myself from family activity. i know it would be suicide, but part of me wants to be there in their faces to remind them of the good stuff they're missing.
and, too, i want to re-visit my high school before they shut it down. maybe rub elbows with Mrs. Mohn Rogers, maybe poke some fun at Mr. Rentel, still threatening seniors with the silly idea that he could keep them from graduating if they participated in Senior Skip Day. maybe talk to Mr. Herr or Mrs. Booth and find out who in hell finally convinced them to do The Wiz and why in hell it took them so long to do it.
heh, on MySpace, i put up a picture of me and Daniel at our Prom. we didn't go together; i barely wanted to go at all. god, i was so anti-school. i just wanted out, i was so tired of the bullshit. me and Mom had a bunch of arguments; she wanted me to go to graduation, i wanted to drop out. ha. i could have given a rat's ass if i walked across that stage and shook the hands of the bitches who made my life hell for 7 years. Mom wanted me to go to Prom, but i just couldn't see the point. we couldn't really afford it, i didn't have a date, and there wasn't really anyone in school i liked well enough to wanna go hang out with while we all pretended to be grown ups. but, i was editor of the year book that year, and i got a free ticket, and Twan wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone, and Mom wanted me to go, and we found a dress (oy, that dress!) and so i went.
i remember the rivalry of the class of '94 chicks against the class of '95 chicks. oh god, they hated each other. hated. they competed for the boys, they competed for grades, they competed for roles in the End of the Year production. and it galled '95 to have to sponsor a prom for '94. it was tradition, but i think that was the first year the seniors didn't have the support of the juniors. did we have to put on our own prom? i think so... but then, i remember some big stink about '94 saying if we paid, then '95 couldn't come. but then, that was a problem because, hello, there were only 52 people in our class, and a prom with 52 people? c'mon now. i don't know! i should ask someone, get a better picture of what the hell was going on.
it doesn't matter. it all worked out in the end. it was really nice! held at some kind of dinner theater place, i believe, in Shereville? or maybe Merrillville? East Chicago? i dunno, it was somewhere. the food was okay. the music was okay. the decorations were decent enough. oooh, i remember that i wanted a centerpiece so badly, and i stashed one under our table, but someone snatched it. pissed was not the word. fuckers.
let's see, what else. according to Felecia, she, Ava, Daniel, Twan & i ended up all hanging out together, since we were all stag. or at least, Ava & Daniel were best friends, and Twan & i were best friends, and Felecia... i dunno how she ended up with us. i think Daniel must have been the escort for both of them. after prom, we went to the Hard Rock Cafe in Chicago. took pictures on the Magnificent Mile, or whatever street the HRC is on. ugh. curse my memory. it only comes in bits and pieces.
bit: on the way to the prom, listening to WGCI's re-mix of "Rock and Roll Part II" to celebrate the Bulls getting Jordan back. that was fun. heh. we really thought they could pull off a 4-peat.
piece: Timmy's twin brothers Terrell & Terry joking with me in the lobby. we took pictures, but they didn't come out. (what the hell were Terrell & Terry doing at the junior/senior prom? they were only sophomores!)
that's it.
playing WoW. it's like... nice. J made me roll a Night Elf druid, and he rolled one, too. we switched genders; he's the chick, i'm the dick, and it's fun, in a "hey! i'm looking at the backside of one hunky cartoon character-- oh wait, that's ME!" kind of way. last night i got challenged to two duels, and i'm like, only level 6! wtf? i think J avenged me.
i don't know because i didn't stick around to find out. hey, Prison Break was on. not even J couldn't keep me away from that.
and i hate that i know that, too.
he's 48.
in many places, there will celebrations in his honor, people convening who will listen to his music, emulate his dance choreography and mimic his look.
that always seemed weird to me, and i always kind of resented people for doing it.
whatever, moving on.
i really want to go back home. i don't know why. reality is often better than fantasy, but sometimes it isn't. doesn't matter. i want to go to my Gramp's birthday thingee. not because i want to see him or Grandma, or anyone, really, but just so i can be there. no matter how much i pretend otherwise, it's always bothered me when i am excluded or even when i exclude myself from family activity. i know it would be suicide, but part of me wants to be there in their faces to remind them of the good stuff they're missing.
and, too, i want to re-visit my high school before they shut it down. maybe rub elbows with Mrs. Mohn Rogers, maybe poke some fun at Mr. Rentel, still threatening seniors with the silly idea that he could keep them from graduating if they participated in Senior Skip Day. maybe talk to Mr. Herr or Mrs. Booth and find out who in hell finally convinced them to do The Wiz and why in hell it took them so long to do it.
heh, on MySpace, i put up a picture of me and Daniel at our Prom. we didn't go together; i barely wanted to go at all. god, i was so anti-school. i just wanted out, i was so tired of the bullshit. me and Mom had a bunch of arguments; she wanted me to go to graduation, i wanted to drop out. ha. i could have given a rat's ass if i walked across that stage and shook the hands of the bitches who made my life hell for 7 years. Mom wanted me to go to Prom, but i just couldn't see the point. we couldn't really afford it, i didn't have a date, and there wasn't really anyone in school i liked well enough to wanna go hang out with while we all pretended to be grown ups. but, i was editor of the year book that year, and i got a free ticket, and Twan wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone, and Mom wanted me to go, and we found a dress (oy, that dress!) and so i went.
i remember the rivalry of the class of '94 chicks against the class of '95 chicks. oh god, they hated each other. hated. they competed for the boys, they competed for grades, they competed for roles in the End of the Year production. and it galled '95 to have to sponsor a prom for '94. it was tradition, but i think that was the first year the seniors didn't have the support of the juniors. did we have to put on our own prom? i think so... but then, i remember some big stink about '94 saying if we paid, then '95 couldn't come. but then, that was a problem because, hello, there were only 52 people in our class, and a prom with 52 people? c'mon now. i don't know! i should ask someone, get a better picture of what the hell was going on.
it doesn't matter. it all worked out in the end. it was really nice! held at some kind of dinner theater place, i believe, in Shereville? or maybe Merrillville? East Chicago? i dunno, it was somewhere. the food was okay. the music was okay. the decorations were decent enough. oooh, i remember that i wanted a centerpiece so badly, and i stashed one under our table, but someone snatched it. pissed was not the word. fuckers.
let's see, what else. according to Felecia, she, Ava, Daniel, Twan & i ended up all hanging out together, since we were all stag. or at least, Ava & Daniel were best friends, and Twan & i were best friends, and Felecia... i dunno how she ended up with us. i think Daniel must have been the escort for both of them. after prom, we went to the Hard Rock Cafe in Chicago. took pictures on the Magnificent Mile, or whatever street the HRC is on. ugh. curse my memory. it only comes in bits and pieces.
bit: on the way to the prom, listening to WGCI's re-mix of "Rock and Roll Part II" to celebrate the Bulls getting Jordan back. that was fun. heh. we really thought they could pull off a 4-peat.
piece: Timmy's twin brothers Terrell & Terry joking with me in the lobby. we took pictures, but they didn't come out. (what the hell were Terrell & Terry doing at the junior/senior prom? they were only sophomores!)
that's it.
playing WoW. it's like... nice. J made me roll a Night Elf druid, and he rolled one, too. we switched genders; he's the chick, i'm the dick, and it's fun, in a "hey! i'm looking at the backside of one hunky cartoon character-- oh wait, that's ME!" kind of way. last night i got challenged to two duels, and i'm like, only level 6! wtf? i think J avenged me.
i don't know because i didn't stick around to find out. hey, Prison Break was on. not even J couldn't keep me away from that.