ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fucked Up Winter Formal Dear Diary, Today has been quite a strange day. Saturday night was my Winter (Christmas) Formal at School. It was all right. I ended up getting my hair done. My dress is black and strapless with a stripped black and white corset top. I'll stop. The purpose of this entry is not to go into thorough detail about a dress that I'm only probably going to wear once. And you know for a fact that I'm not one of those superficial "Look at me! Look at me!" girls. I had two of my best-friends over, Kady and Malarie. They had helped me get ready. My sister, that day, had been driving all around and making errands, she too had to get ready for the dance. But first and foremost, we had to pick up Scott and take him to one of my friend's house, Christy's because that was where we were having dinner. They have a huge gigantic house, it must have been a plantation back in the olden days, or whatever. It's gigantic. Well, dinner was awesome. Scott knew the other guys but he didn't seem to talk much because he wasn't good of friends with them. I didn't want to tear him away and try to make him feel better because he probably had some desire that he had to feel manly around them. Must be a guy thing. The dance was all right. We got there around 8:45 so. It began at 8:00. Here comes the strange part. I know mostly of what happened that night. But it seems I can't remember what happened mostly. It seems that I have select memory. And seemed to block out somethings that occured that night. I think I did break up with Scott, probably out of irritation. (We are still together though, long story, might save it for later. I don't like writing about my intimate love life online because it makes me feel vulnerable. So forget that.) I told my friend Ashley P. that I broke up with him, I think. And she told my other friends, Gabby and Leslie. After the dance, I was waiting out in the front of school and they passed me by with sad concerned faces and asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, obviously. 'Cause nothing was really bothering me too bad. I dunno. This is a really strange story and probably not making much sense. I'm going through stupid details so I'll make this as direct as possible. I can't remember what really happened that night. I can't remember somethings. My friends pointed out that I had a whole group of guys surrounding me. (I can't remember that.) I fell flat on my ass while I was dancing ( I can't remember that.) I'm having a really hard time recollecting these events. Now, after all this explantion here and to my friends. My friends have decided that I was probably drinking or smoking weed. I finally proved that I wasn't doing any of those things, first off because I'm not that stupid. I was having the hardest time convincing them that I was completely sober that I had not done weed or gotten drunk before a dance (who the flyin' fuck would get drunk before a dance anyway? That's what the after parties are for...der) So they came up with the idea that someone put rufies (sp?)in my drink. They had compiled the idea that I when I was with all those boys (which I can't remember I was with) had found me some reason to drug me. Oh well, what a fucked up night. Long story and I don't feel like expanding any further. Maybe in a future entry but not now because I have to go. My brother's picking me up from school in a few minutes. With care, 3:17 p.m. - 2002-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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