Homecoming Update

Tonight was/is the first home football game of the season at my school, so obviously I was the first in line to buy a ticket wearing nothing but red and black (Our school colors).

FALSE.

I didn't even go to the game, and I probably won't go to one until the Homecoming game. Why is that? Well, as it turns out, I am going to Homecoming and so I figured I should do it up right by also attending the game, per the customary tradition. Now before you get all excited because you think some guy finally got the guts to ask me, don't. Because that didn't happen. I am simply going because I am being a fantastic friend (long story short: My friend was having some sibling issues and I could solve them by going to Homecoming in her group) and a small part of me sort of wants to go with, or without, a date.

The good news is that I at least won't be the only person in the group without a date; roughly about five other girls are going stag as well. I'm sure you're all interested about who is in my Homecoming group, and if not, I'm going to tell you anyway. My group consists of people in choir; most are in the top two (Madrigals and Vivace!) but there are some, or maybe just one, girl who is in another choir. There may even be a girl not even in choir... I don't really know many details about my group because I just recently joined and I didn't even tell the girl organizing everything that I was tagging along; I had my friend tell her. You can tell how much I care about this can't you?

Actually, all sarcasm aside, I really do kind of care about going. I mean I'll get to see my friend, who has never made an attempt to be feminine, wear a dress and dance with her date. I'm sure I'll end up enjoying myself and making memories that will last me a very long time.

At least I hope I have fun...

'Cause it would stink if I didn't.


On a semi-unrelated note, I survived my first week of school! It was quite stressful, but I at least managed to make it through with minimal episodes of histerical crying. That's a major accomplishment for me, since lately I'm becoming more and more emotional... Further adding to the amount of baggage the poor guy who eventually, for whatever reason, finds me a suitable girl to date.

I apologize for not being able to write more this week, as I said I was stressed, and I just didn't have time to sit down and blog. Sad face. Hopefully this next week will be better and I'll be able to get more blogs out. I might even try writing some during my Newspaper period when I'm at a loss as to what I can write about... Just don't tell my teacher.

Well, I am going to go driving with my dad now; only like forty-thousand more hours to go! UGH. I really just want my license. Like NOW.

Oh, and since I'm sure you were wondering (I was): the correct spelling of the french word for "me" is "moi". You're welcome.