Missed prom. No, I was not making some kind social comment about how prom is a complete waste of money or how it degrades teenagers and places them in groups and categories they would much rather do well without. I was actually just not really too excited. Okay, maybe a little, but then the day passed me by and life just went on. Been sort of... plenty of shit to occupy my mind, is what I'm gonna stick to. I don't really know. I guess I should have written it down in my planner or gotten Shikamaru or one of those pointless underclassmen to take me and pay for everything. At least then, it would have been fuckin' fun to watch them all squirm with unease.

How the fuck was it? Give me details. I can laugh about all the drama and shit that went on at your expense.

Or don't. Fuck I care.

Anyone else seen the prom announcements?

I don't know why, and I'm pretty sure I can blame my PMS, but I'm strangely and oddly excited for it.

I should probably coerce someone into coming with me.

Wow. I should actually think of buying a dress. Anyone I don't hate/have not bullied/have yet to threaten to mangle want to come with me to the mall or... whatever it is? I'm not going through with walking around that place on my own. If I'm going to suffer embarrassment, someone might as well go down with me.

...Holy shit. I'm acting like a girl. I think I need to go drink or something. This is definitely not normal, especially for me.


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Party a few days ago. Decent. I got to drink, which is great in my book. Other than that, I couldn't have been bothered. Might as well have stayed inside and had some of my own stash of alcohol. At least my stuff is good and gets me drunk faster. And of course, the company I kept (meaning you, Nara) wasn't the greatest. I could have made more progress in conversation with a wall.

And Gaara? I think I need to have a talk with you.

Soon.

I'm tired. I'm pissy. I want to stuff my cactus down someone's throat.

Have decided that wasting my plant like that is useless and posting really angry journals would prove more productive and keep me from randomly stabbing someone in the eye.

I'm going to try my hand at acting. Anyone comment about that and prepare to die.

Don't know what other classes to continue taking. Shall decide when I have more than two hours of sleep in my system.

shall be right ovar har.