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[thatgirl724]

Did I have fun at the dance? No. None at all. In fact, I pretty much had the opposite of fun. I had a good amount of fun the rest of the time, though. I liked my dress and hair and makeup, etc., not that there was anyone to look good for. Dinner was pretty cool. The dessert was good. The dance was a dark, stupid time. I should have known it though, because Homecoming has never been great, except for when I had a date that one time. But I'd have to say that this was the worst homecoming dance I've had. At least that was the last one. Afterwards we went to Scott's and his parents had make-your-own-sundaes... they were sooo good and it was really nice of them, and we watched some of Mean Girls, but we left soon to go to Kendra's. I didn't worry too much about my dance-depression because I knew that some quality Drigal time would cheer me up. It did, of course. We talked about plans to get back at certain people, and the plans did get a bit out of hand. BEAN BURRITOS!! Me: "I want a taco salad..." I eventually was very very tired and very very wacky and said many things that didn't really make sense, so it was good when we went to bed. I had a dream that Caroline and I were at an ocean, and a hot ocean man was trying to help us get on this ledge that was suspended in mid air above the water, and then I rode a horse through a downward spiraling staircase to help an African American woman transport towels and sheets back up. I must have been on crack when I went to sleep, because a dream like that is surely a symptom of crack. We woke up late, got Denny's, gave our hot waiter Trevor Jo's cell number, and went to the Spirit store. "Holy Shit". I laugh. Now it's 3:30 and I have to study for the physics midterm. And there might be something going on for Halloween tonight. I don't even know. I'm worried about the physics midterm.

It just reminded me that I am alone, and I always have been alone, and it probably won't change much anytime soon...

I can be emo, this is my journal.