very happy and content potatoes
So prom was last night. Was it a good time? Oh yes... yes it was.
I was really nervous about whether or not Chelsea was going to have a good time because of all the gay rules they were enforcing, but it turned out not to matter at all in the end. I don't think the night could have gone much better, because i had one hell of a time. I mean, sure, some of the people at our table could have been a little more... oh i don't know... relaxed about the whole thing and not complain about everything that was happeneing around them. But if thats what they wanted to do, whatever. I had a good time with my date, and thats all that really mattered to me. And it kind of occured to me last night, that i really am in a relationship with someone. Like, there really is someone who is reciprocating these feelings that i'm having. Its kind of surreal, because this has never happened to me before. And god knows that it took long enough for it to happen, but like, its so exciting. But not exciting in a sense that i'm running around the room and screaming at the top of my lungs. Its exciting in a way that makes me want to sit down and drink it in like i need to savor every minute of it that i have. Its exciting in a way that i need to take a step back and take a second look before i go back in. I am just... i don't even really know how to describe it. And i'm the one who is supposed to have such a command of the english language, and i'm having trouble describing a feeling. I do hate the fact that i can't see her more. And i do hate the fact that i can't talk to her as often as i would like. But when i do get to see her, and i do get to talk to her, i forget the things that frustrate me. I just let it slide past me and replace it with the time that i do have. I don't want to gush. I don't want to make it seem like its more than it really is, which in reality is just two people who have a connection and enjoy each other's company. I do think i'm being more mature about it than i was the first time i thought this was going on. And i think because of that, i'm getting a much better picture of what is going on. I'm not looking at it as some fantasy relationship that can't possibly be happening. I'm trust trying to see what is there, and i think i'm doing a pretty good job of it. Maybe i have grown up more than i realize, and i'm not some dumb kid with a crush on a girl anymore. Maybe maturity comes as an inadvertant facet of the experiences we go through and don't realize. Every minute we live is another passed, so the assumption that every minute we grow older not only in body but also in mind seems to be a logical one. Every day must leave a lasting impression on us that we may not instantly understand, but with objective observation, may realize that some passing instant could be more influential on our personas than we could have ever known.
Yeah... so, um... prom was good.
I was really nervous about whether or not Chelsea was going to have a good time because of all the gay rules they were enforcing, but it turned out not to matter at all in the end. I don't think the night could have gone much better, because i had one hell of a time. I mean, sure, some of the people at our table could have been a little more... oh i don't know... relaxed about the whole thing and not complain about everything that was happeneing around them. But if thats what they wanted to do, whatever. I had a good time with my date, and thats all that really mattered to me. And it kind of occured to me last night, that i really am in a relationship with someone. Like, there really is someone who is reciprocating these feelings that i'm having. Its kind of surreal, because this has never happened to me before. And god knows that it took long enough for it to happen, but like, its so exciting. But not exciting in a sense that i'm running around the room and screaming at the top of my lungs. Its exciting in a way that makes me want to sit down and drink it in like i need to savor every minute of it that i have. Its exciting in a way that i need to take a step back and take a second look before i go back in. I am just... i don't even really know how to describe it. And i'm the one who is supposed to have such a command of the english language, and i'm having trouble describing a feeling. I do hate the fact that i can't see her more. And i do hate the fact that i can't talk to her as often as i would like. But when i do get to see her, and i do get to talk to her, i forget the things that frustrate me. I just let it slide past me and replace it with the time that i do have. I don't want to gush. I don't want to make it seem like its more than it really is, which in reality is just two people who have a connection and enjoy each other's company. I do think i'm being more mature about it than i was the first time i thought this was going on. And i think because of that, i'm getting a much better picture of what is going on. I'm not looking at it as some fantasy relationship that can't possibly be happening. I'm trust trying to see what is there, and i think i'm doing a pretty good job of it. Maybe i have grown up more than i realize, and i'm not some dumb kid with a crush on a girl anymore. Maybe maturity comes as an inadvertant facet of the experiences we go through and don't realize. Every minute we live is another passed, so the assumption that every minute we grow older not only in body but also in mind seems to be a logical one. Every day must leave a lasting impression on us that we may not instantly understand, but with objective observation, may realize that some passing instant could be more influential on our personas than we could have ever known.
Yeah... so, um... prom was good.