I'm a long way from believing that I'm going to be okay.
Tonight was fun. Alicia and I dressed up totally ghetto fab for the dance, and we decided if anyone asked us what time era we were supposed to be, we would say 1996 and that we were Biggie and Tu Pac , however you spell his name. I was Biggie and she was Tu Pac. So everyone complimented us on our Ghetto Fabness, and we dizzanced the night away. We went to Jim and Mikes afterwards and we sat with Matt, Mike, Vince, Drew, and Alex for a little. Vince kept trying to take pictures of his wang, and I thought he did and it scared me shitless because I don't want my mom confiscating my pictures and seeing Vince's penis.
Rar, I hate these...feelings. I'm not even going to get into it.
I hurt my knee in soccer and I had to go home early and Natalie and Ali had to practically carry me off the field because I'm such a gimp. I couldn't walk on Thursday so I didn't go to school. My, oh my, it's so fun laying in the same position for twelve hours straight. I did get a lot of Matrix viewing time in though. Jeez, I want out of this town. Hopefully on Sunday Alicia and I are going to Easton for whatever my mom and dave are going to. That would be nice.
I conclude.
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