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design | host let me give you one piece of advice. be honest. he knows more than you can imagine. so. the prom committy is assigning who's sitting where at what tables for prom. i was asked about 50 times today who i'm going to prom with. evidently these committy members are saddistic minions of satan who refuse to write andthing down. no one! i am taking no one to prom! surprisingly (please don't think i'm seriuos here, don't,) surprisingly Brandon flowers hasn't emailed me back. prospects i would consider as prom dates are either going stag or not going at all. i hate it here. who just DECIDES to go stag over a month before prom? are the girls at quantico so abhorrant that being alone is preferable to our company? am I that hard to take? I'm a cheap date- i swear it! my expectations are so low, the night would be spectacular by the fact that my date showed up--- i'm so easy to impress. i wanted to cry right there in spanish class in front of the stupid bitches and the stupid idiots who decide in advance they're not interested. fucking fuck. this is the stupidest thing ever. i was whining at lunch and Levi suggested ways of tricking somoene into taking me. and then i was even sadder. poor me. it used to feel good to type things here and get them out in the open. it just feels pathetic now. i finished the great gatsby. whatthefuck. |