yesterday was chamblee homecomming. homecoming. i always add two m’s. went to andrew’s house for a couple hours before hand. he took me to the iberian pig which i must applaud for both food and atmosphere.
drove to the school - long drive - and danced. sort of. was near pitch black in the gym.
drove home. not before having to call my parents and have them talk to ms. lawry (loughery?). she wanted to ‘make sure that’s where we were actually going’. my mom was like what’s going on. i’m like just administration being paranoid that we’re going to a hotel room. i wish.
today went to drivers-ed. last day. except i must make up a day nov 6 for the friday i missed oct 9 for the paraaaaade. wooooo. okay.
was the telephone message that traveled through the ears of many of my junior friends (and sophomores? freshmen?) at Fuji Ya.
not bad food - maya and i ordered sushi, counter to everyone else’s grilled hibachi desires- but the wait was… half an hour…. with reservations.
on the plus side everyone looked very very nice and pretty which was proven correct at carlin’s house during pictures. that my group happened to be in only two of. well when you show up half an our late…
the dance was a v e r a g e at best (kudos to SGA dance decoration committee, however) . i say the people that had the best time were those who showed up halfway under the influence. the rest of us just coasted throughout the hot, humid gymnasium hoping ‘good songs’ would come on.
"so where’s the party?"
yeahman. where is it, really? how is it that every time us four cannot seem to find a party or substance after a high school dance?! shouldn’t parent-less gatherings be a given after such a mundane and predictable lhs function - or small randezvous at least? with peanut butter firecrackers, perhaps?
we stopped by sam’s - a sophomore mind you - and though everyone was very welcome, who wouldn’t be (i hear there were drinking games in the bathroom upstairs), we passed up the campfire and went home-o-home. to abby’s empty house.
let that resonate. e m p t y h o u s e . too bad we didn’t think to throw a party there. too bad julian couldn’t sleepover. instead abby and i pretended to be cocoum from pocahontas and ran with steak knives throughout the house. i didn’t mind that bit.
we crashed after forty minutes of away we go. and surmised that homecoming ‘09 reached an all-time low.
there is too much to say about saturday, october 3rd to write down. so we’re going shortsies today.
but i loved it all the same as i love you all the same.
it was so cold. but i forgot all about how cold i was. i didn’t eat much, because the strong smell of cheese made me slightly nauseous. but i forgot all about how hungry i was. people called me a trillion times. but i forgot to answer all the phonecalls.
i enjoyed seeing you however
(.. unlike the priest yelling at me. i almost shit my pants.)
after, i drove home with sophie abby and maya. xenia couldn’t come. we all cried. then crashed hard. i dreamed strange dreams.
had been more eventful. wait no, less eventful. too much.
too much expectation. too much to do. too much decorating. too much mock-trialing. too much scarlet letter. too much getting bullshit assignments in ms. rainy’s class. too much sga teacher sponsor ass-kissing.
kudos to ana and carlin though. we are so good.
tomorrow greek festival. most people are excited about going. i believe i am.
also homecomming dress? i’m going for under 60 bucks.
this was useless. BUT i hadn’t posted a text thingie in so long.