Tuesday, May 5, 2009

22; headache.

Being nervous wasn't the case in this. C'mon, it's pretty easy to write a comment saying "Hey, you want to go with me?" You live 45 minutes away from me, probably closer to an hour. You really want to drive that much to pick me up and take me home when people who live 10-15 minutes don't even want to? If you do, you're a good friend then. I applaud you and give you cookies. Right, so I'm being too cynical. But I'm also a boring party-pooper. You'd probably want to go dance or something and I'm not a dancing person! Far from it! I wasn't expecting anything.

Oh yeah, wanna know the other reason and the one reason?
By the time I decided I was going to prom, it was too late to ask and get a form in anyway, so what's the point?!


So if everyone could calm down about the situation now, that'll be lovely.

I'm all good now. :]