Cross-posted from other journal
My night wasn't so bad afterall.
I wish I had gone out someplace instead of writing emo posts on my lj.
But overall, an okay night.
My mom went to the grocery store and got stuff for tacos. So it was a me, mom, and rj night bonding over the shared love of tacos. Not the most fun thing to do on a Saturday night, but not the worse thing to do either.
Then, I hadda fold clothes. Or some of them. So I did...kinda. I ended up going on the music video channel and dancing [this is in my room, by the way. Yeah. I was sitting on my floor and then got up to dance.] I love dancing. I really really wanna do ballet, someday. Just not now.
I should go on Made or something. On MTV. To learn ballet.
Yeah. Anyways...so I checked my cell and of course, no messages or missed calls. No wonder there. Zack, as I've learned tonight, is with his dad for the weekend so he's not gonna call. And everyone else had plans. So it didn't surprise me that I didn't get any calls. Hmph.
Whatever. On to bigger and better things.
So I had fun dancing in my room. See, I always do pretty well dancing in my room, but then I get outside...to a dance or in front of other people...and I just do really really bad. No, I'm not a terrible dancer. Not that terrible, anyway. I just ... freeze up. Especially comparing myself to Mirriri [sp], and Addie and Jocelyn...Andrea and Isabel...who are like, the best dancers that I know and gorgeous on top of that. Gr to the gorgeous people.
Anyway. So I came downstairs after that, onto the computer, as usual. And that's my night.
Skip didily dah do day. Let's give the girl a cookie, shall we?