So, homecoming was last night. It was more or less fun, save for all the humping going on on the dance floor. Jesus. If those kids got any closer, the morning after pill would have been necessary. Ew.
Dave stuck around with me and the rest of the gang. I was wondering if he was going to roam to other friends but he was a decent date. We danced all four slow songs. Four. Four slow songs, in two hours. Isn't homecoming supposed to be all sweety-romanticy-lovey dovey yada yada yada? That made no sense to me whatsoever.
So, I guess I'm kinda diggin' Dave but I'm not at all sure if the feeling is mutual. I'm lost with that. Like... he's impossible to read. But, I suppose it goes where it goes, eh? No biggy if he's not into it. Friends is cool too.
Dad is too into the "GAME" to take Jill and me to School Of Rock. Gosh I want to see that movie. Maybe tomorrow I suppose. Hmm...
So, here is a picture of Dave and me last night. We bought these keychain things. It's pretty nasty of me, seeing as I have wretched tan lines, but he's cute.
Awww. =P
So... Jill's here. We're gonna go try to whore ourselves for rides to West Manchester or something now.