"I'm the whisper in the wind...and I'll be here till the end..."
So. Homecoming was last night.
It was...eventful.
And it was going really well...at first. It was fun; there was good dancing music and all of my friends (except you-know-who, except since he hates me, he's not really my friend...) were there and we were having a great time...until, like Ginger said, this guy that we know came in, totally stoned. So from eight to about ten thirty it was great. Then it all just...crashed.
I don't know why. It just did. I went from having a blast to totally hating everything. For one thing, there were several of my friends who were dancing...too close, I might say. There was one person in particular who I thought had better standards. Actually, scratch that. There were two people. Two guys, who I thought were better people than that. But I guess I was wrong, because the way they were dancing with those girls was something that I didn't really need to see.
And I felt wrong too. Mainly because I danced one slow song with Bryan Ita, who's an old friend of mine from middle school-he goes to Brooke Point now. We've kept in touch, a little, and Aislinn brought him. He's kinda goofy and awkward and shy, but everybody who knows him loves him. I didn't exactly dance with him the way that I've been brought up to dance. And I know that it seems like such a stupid thing to most of you, but it made me feel weird. I had both of my arms around his neck, and he had both of his arms around my waist. We were originally kinda far apart, but then Sammy Boyd came over and shoved us closer together. And it wasn't like I objected either. In fact, I laughed and kept talking to Bry, except now we were kinda really too close together. And I know probably only G and Shannon will understand why I feel so wrong right now. I feel like I did something really bad. And it may seem like a stupid, small, unconsequential thing to most of you, but to me it was a big thing. I do regret it. I wish that I had kept my standards and danced the way that I was brought up to dance.
And I know it's not up to me to judge people. But it just amazes me how people change at homecoming. How absolutely foolish and stupid people can become at homecoming. It's all so pointless.
But I am very...disappointed. In myself. In my friends. In the fact that I had waited the entire month just for this one night...and to have it end so...sadly. And so meaningless.
I really, really, really wanted this one night-just this one night, to be special.
But...I guess not. I guess I'll just have to wait for that special night.
Someday.