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Kurt Wagner (knightcrawlr) wrote,
@ 2003-05-26 20:36:00
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    Current mood: relaxed
    Current music:While My Guitar Gently Weeps-The Beatles

    I finally have somewhere out there in interweb world to write down my thoughts and feelings to be shared with you. What an amazing relief. Thank you Black Cat. This is the greatest present in the world.

    I'm not going to sit here and write to you about events that took place so long ago. Don't get me wrong, I'll give certain events cameos within this space, but I'm not here to focus on what happened then. I'm here to think about the present and future. Things from the past can not be changed (unless one has a time displacing DeLoren). And so I present to you....me.

    This week has been such an amazing week, even though I spent most of it working. I worked my butt off, but its alright because now I have extra money for friends.

    Its funny to think that all the hours I put in this week i'll never see. It's all going right to prom. It's coming up extremely fast. Faster then i wanted it to. I'm not ready. I really am not. I enjoy the idea of going out and being with everyone. I can't dance though. Thats one of my concerns. I can keep a beat. I play(ed) the drums, so i have to be able to keep a beat. When it comes to dancing however, the fact that i'm white doesn't help me out. I feel so displaced. Like Marty in 1955. I just don't fit in.

    The other thing that concerns me is my date. Becky is my best friends cousin. I met her at camp a while ago, and liked her. Shes probably one of the nicest girls that I've ever met. Its now been seven months since camp. I've called her up from time to time just to keep friendly with her. I hated to loose touch with good people. Long story short, i asked her to prom. The thing is that now its been more difficult to get a hold of her. She does every sport in American. Miss Captain America. So she has no time for me. I don't expect her to. After all, i'm only a cameo to her. But so i wonder...does she REALLY want to go with me or does she just want to go to prom? I guess it doesn't matter. It's all said and done now.

    The Black Cat hung out with me all weekend. Shes one of the best friends I've ever had. Its strange the way that things work out like that. I knew though...i knew that her and i would have more to say then the just occasional hello. Its so great to be around her. I don't have to act a cetain way to make her happy. I'm just myself. I feel more like myself with her then anyone else. Thank you.

    I feel like saying more, but i must been going for now. Black Cat is supposed to call, and i wouldn't miss a converstion with her for the world.

    "How do you know she is a witch?" "She turned me into a newt!.....I got better."



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