12.7.2002

I just got back from Grace's house. Carly was there too. I'm not listening to Grace's copy of Abbey Road. Yep, this is pure bliss.

But lately I've been feeling a little unattached from Grace and Carly. When we have our little get-togethers to just hang out, I don't feel like myself. They'll start talking about something like Mrs. Moon or those fifth graders they met, and I just feel excluded. It really sucks. It's like I never see them anymore, but I see them all the time.

Anyhow, here's the conversation I had with Carly when we were sitting on Grace's futon and playing the "Who would you rather do?" game.

ME: "Okay, Luke Skywalker or Han Solo?"
CARLY: "Luke Skywalker."
ME: "Han Solo."
CARLY: "Han Solo wasn't that hot."
ME: "Yes he was. Luke Skywalker wasn't that hot."
CARLY: "...Yes he was."
ME: "Okay. Matt Lauer or Al Roker?"

So last night we went to the dance. I, of course, heavily equipped with camera, ghetto hat, and sassy earrings. They said no hats on the announcements that morning, but nobody said anything to me there, so I just wore it. Note to self: next time wear a bra with straps. Some of my friends got the DJ to play the "Time Warp" from Rocky Horror Picture Show, and it kind of killed the party vibe. Yep, we were the only ones who knew how to do it. And then Jay-Z came on and everyone started dancing again.

Andrew was there. Man, I cannot believe they way I act about that dickhead. I don't even remember why I like him so much anymore. It's just ridiculous. Ri-goddamn-diculous. I HATE HIM. Yep, it pretty much bounces back and forth every 5 seconds. When they were playing that horrible Kelly Clarkson song, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go over there and strangle him or leap into his arms and kiss him. Of course, he would've stepped out of the way and I would have crashed into the wall. So instead, I put my head between my knees and tried not to throw up. But I could've sworn there was a moment, while I was dancing like a ho to "Back in Black" when I saw him watching me. And as I was leaving he was just walking around aimlessly with his hands in his pockets. And as I write this, "I want You" by The Beatles is playing. Perfect. Yep, real clever there. Why must I be so punished?