seventeen at last
I wanna be seventeen
I wanna stay out after late
I wanna be emotional
And be crazy
And listen to punk!!
I wanna
I wanna LIVE
Right after school today I drove to Pittsboro to shop for gloves and shoes and a purse. For Prom. You got it. (hate being a girl, hate being a girl). I frigging hate Prom. On the way there I listened to Good Charlotte. I'm into that now. Punk and emo and high school stuff like that. Got to Pittsboro, found out that Beggars and Choosers was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. So I decided to just drive to Raleigh. I stopped at Jemima's and found out she lost her job and now she and Phil are going to have a pagan ceremony. Turns out they'd been talking about getting married but decided against it for tax purposes and so they've just settled for blood vows and bonfires. And I'm invited. Yaay.
I still didn't get my shoes. But nevermind. I passed Jordan on the way to Government class today and he handed me a note. Maybe I'll call him. See, I'm making this bet against myself that I haven't got what it takes to build meaningful relationships with people. And I think I'm losing--winning--losing. Whatever. I don't know anymore.
04.21.03 - 9:04 p.m.