?

Log in

No account? Create an account
Now I remember why I always allow myself to be dragged to these stupid school dances... - Don't waste my time with your apathy [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
m3gan

[ website | My StumbleUpon page ]
[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

Now I remember why I always allow myself to be dragged to these stupid school dances... [Feb. 5th, 2005|01:23 pm]
m3gan
[Feeling |hungover, but not]
[Jamming to |Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams]

Dare to Care dance last night. Fucking. Awesome. I should not ever, ever have that much fun at a school dance. I've discovered that the best way to have fun at such an event is to forget who you are, lose all of your dignity, your pride, your self-worth, and dance with everyone no matter how much you hate them.

I showed up about ten minutes late and met Jessie, John, and Jesse outside. We went in, and there were about ten people there. No lie. It was one of the most pathetic things I've ever seen; luckily, it filled up fast. I drifted between lots of people... Chelsea and Dan, Katt and Kera, Char and Torrie and their groupies, Morgan and Jesse and Jessie and John, and tons of other people. I danced with everyone, and Char and I rocked out so hardcore to 867-5309 and completely cleared the dance floor, and Chelsea and I did our awesome 80s dance, and we skanked alone in the middle of the floor. I wish to god that I'd had my camera. I'll post pictures if I can glean any from other people.

I was f-ing crazy all night. I felt like I was on the longest, raddest high ever. I acted like I was too, apparently, since so many people wanted to know if I'd done anything. Man, give me a break guys, I can have fun without drugs and booze. I'm just a weirdo, not an addict. Past mistakes have a way of never leaving you.

Afterwards we went to the Athena Diner; I was ubar broke, so I just got cinnamon toast. After that I went home with Jessie, and we hung out in the hot tub with Char and Torrie for about an hour; then we watched Napoleon Dynamite. Best. Ever.


Some not-so-good things happened too. Like Anthony and Morgan... I guess that it was good that he was honest, but his timing fucking sucked. I feel bad as hell for Morgan... I hope that it didn't completely ruin her time... And there was other stuff too, stuff that made me very, very angry. I kept it out of my mind for that night, but now it's time to deal with it. I am going to have a little talk with a certain person, about consideration for other people's feelings and about not being a complete asshole to the people who have been friends to you. Honest to god, the cruelty of people never ceases to amaze me.
LinkReply

Comments:
From: sorrywithasmile
2005-02-06 06:54 pm (UTC)
I don't know the entire story. I was busy with my groupies! XDDDDDD
(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)