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I really have nothing to say, except to illustrate once again, how utterly euphoric I am. The dance was last night. It was fucking awesome. I really cant think of a better way. I've never had that much fun with terrible music. I spent to whole time (except the Cha-Cha Slide, ew) with Molly. It was amazing. This dance is right up there witht he best experiences of my life.
Before the dance, though, there was a concert, with Improv opening and at intermission. And, we sucked. Like, a lot. But you know, the only people paying attention were Molly, George, the Sawckaks, and my parents. We really need people to pay attention to us to do a good job. After improv was over. I went with Josh and Molly to Great Wraps. Molly and I hung out outside while Josh bought his dinner. I hung out with Molly and some Improv kids until the dance started.
I'm really worried about George though. She was practically forced to go the dance. And she spent the first twenty minutes wandering around outside the school BY HERSELF. I don't know what's going on and I wish I did, so I could help her. I really want her to be happy. It is so fucking hard to be happy when you're friends feel like crap. I've experienced the situation from both ends, and both are awkward. Oy.
-ben.
Before the dance, though, there was a concert, with Improv opening and at intermission. And, we sucked. Like, a lot. But you know, the only people paying attention were Molly, George, the Sawckaks, and my parents. We really need people to pay attention to us to do a good job. After improv was over. I went with Josh and Molly to Great Wraps. Molly and I hung out outside while Josh bought his dinner. I hung out with Molly and some Improv kids until the dance started.
I'm really worried about George though. She was practically forced to go the dance. And she spent the first twenty minutes wandering around outside the school BY HERSELF. I don't know what's going on and I wish I did, so I could help her. I really want her to be happy. It is so fucking hard to be happy when you're friends feel like crap. I've experienced the situation from both ends, and both are awkward. Oy.
-ben.