homecomming was friday, it was a blast. although my legs are very sore and my entire body still aches from jumping on and off the float every couple of minutes. as soon as lacey and i got there, we had to change and do a quick run through of our routine after the jv game was over. fuck if we weren't prepared. i had to come up with something out of my ass. david and jose decided to booty pop and dance party on the highland side. i about wet myself it was so hilarious. as we were waiting to finally park we had to sit down, and david decided to drop his pants infront of us to show how many layers of clothes he had on. it was funny, but it didn't look great on the other side of us. i bet it looked like i was doing something sexual :/
david, cody and jose were dressed like the beatles, i was surprised how good they looked - even though david looked more like yoko than ringo :). janese was cher, tanya and i were hippies, felipe was carlos santana, jay was jimi hendrix, desiree, lacey and nicole we're all cage dancers and thomas was austin powers. we all danced around to "give peace a chance", the austin powers theme song and "purple haze". it was a lot of fun. i had to strip david's coat off and tanya stripped off jose's. desiree didn't feel comfortable ripping off cody's jacket, so she just decided to dance with thomas. we're not sure if we won for the floats or not, but it was worth it even if we didn't happen to win. we also won our homecomming against Highland. it was bittersweet though, since it was my last homecomming ever. i got sentimental, but i tried not to show it.
it took lacey and i forever to get out of the parking lot, at least fifteen minutes. i saw janese trying to leave and i think the count had ran out to her car to find me, we were already down the street though. i'm going to have to face him whether or not i like it. -sigh- too much drama these days. i always have to go and fuck up things. but in my mind it's not fair. to either of us.
tanya and i are still vying for that special formal date. i'm sure she'll win, and i can't say as i am surprised in anyway shape or form. he seems to like her much more than he likes me. i suppose i'll never know. and half of me doesn't, just in case it's the answer i don't want. maybe this is just another form of abuse or control i must have in my life. i've been thinking about it lately, and maybe i want to be abused deep down - that i want the abuse. i think i deserve the abuse for being such a horrible person. i'm not sure. i'm not sure of anything anymore. but i say that so often, no one is phased by it anymore. these posts aren't turning out as good as i was hoping that would. i'll get back to my better more creative writing later, right now i'm just churning out the facts and chewing on them. like a cow would.
Listening : Thrice - Send Me An Angel
