I walked the streets; hung out in the courtyard alone, staring at nothing but the birds that passed by, and the masses of people raving on nothing other than the prom. I said a bit about it before, but I truly don’t understand the concept of it all. You go there, dance around, get a little bit drunk, and then basically, get screwed over by your date. Great, great fun.
As I spent most of my evening hidden beneath the trees, I vaguely stumbled myself into the pleasure of meeting
Parker, herself. We talked a bit, then stopped into a small café that I’ve been hiding in the last couple of days, nights. Whenever. We talked about music, and everything of that sort, guitar, drums. Whatever, whichever. It’s nice to know that at least one person isn’t as dull minded as I once thought, when I first begun.
Anyway - after that I retreated myself back to my dorm, and sat in front of my television, watching old films about nothing other than love. A great night to have become fond of all of that. I played my guitar for a few, cleaned up my room a bit. But later on, I found myself back in the park; sitting in the down pour of rain that just begun.
I’m not really sure what I’ll do for the rest of the night; I’m not really sure if I’ll last the rest of the night. But whichever happens, I’m sure something interesting should happen. It always does.
