When You've Gone About Things All Wrong
Bury Them Here
With A Lifetime You Would Never Regret
And When Savoring Sleep
What Do You Mean I Toss And Turn Everywhere...
Point Your Gun In Another Direction
Now That You've Cried Yourself To Sleep
Well, as promised, I have an update for my weekend. Yes, this includes Homecoming.
Things worked out very nicely if I do say so myself. Raymond happened to have a ride. I must admit, despite my dislike for Chad, I am most grateful. However he seems to believe that I have chosen to associate with him simply because I thanked him.
Not happening.
But back to the origional purpose, anyway. We managed to be fashionably late to Homecoming by about forty five minutes. It was a bit later than expected, but what the hell? Who cares? Homecoming as far as the DJ and new arrangements were concerned was a bit of a bust though. They felt like introducing a new DJ for the dance this year and even though he had an okay set of equipment, he had no musical variation at all. Nothing but rap was played, and as Tara said herself, "We didn't even have BUBBLES!" Not to mention we held the event in the lunchroom instead of the tradition of the spacious gym that they spent about a year to build.
To be honest I found it more than slightly emberassing. I had intended to take Raymond there to show him a good time but it happened to be one of the most mediocre thing our school has managed to perfom in some time, at least in the instance of Homecoming. I am crossing my fingers and hoping it will be the way the night is supposed to be next year, but of course this is if I manage to go.
I can say though that I thouroughly enjoyed myself. Every pinprick of mediocrity was met with the fact that I was spending time with him. I couldn't concentrate on how bad it was at the time because I was enjoying myself. However I hope it was mutual. I am still not sure of whether or not I made a fool of myself. How, I cannot really explain in a reasonable stance, so I won't even try. I just feel that way.
After the dance, we drove to Becca's house. Before going into the house, a good twenty minutes or more were spent in the car simply discussing things. It was nice to have the silence to think straight and be able to carry out a decent conversation. It is something I value and wish I could do more often. However I don't have that luxury, but I suppose that is what makes it so much sweeter.
Sunday we went to see the play 'Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat'. I found it amusing, not to mention the guy who played the lead role was none other than Travis Peterson, a friend of mine I had not seen since fifth grade. I never would have thought he would grow to be so tall... or have a singing voice ^_^
I realized something after he left though. After eight months of him not so much as stepping on the soil of the three acres I find myself living on, I had managed to detatch myself somewhat from the impact of my memories. With time they begin to fade and lose their clarity, almost as if the candle against the wall they were written on had lost the size of its flame. It continues to burn, no matter how small the wick grows; it lives forever. However it is as though the flame became doused in kerosene and combusted, flooding the entire canvas of my memories with light so bright to the extent of bringing back the excrutiating burn that the fire always held. I can just hope it doesn't burn me to nothing as it has threatened to do so many times before. After all, it is simply a matter of whether I let it...
Other than that my week has been pretty uneventful, aside from a few oddities that have been sporadically strewn out to the side.
First of all I cannot tell of I am screaming or crying in my sleep, but for every morning this week I have found myself waking with strained vocal cords. Not to mention a new streak of violence rearing its head in the shape of bruised knuckles and marks on my wall left as an obscure monument when I wake. The frustrating detail is that I cannot, for anything, remember what I may be seeing when my eyes close and the opposing side of my brain takes its course.
Also... my mom has introduced me to quite thew predicament. I am to be taken to the OBGYN as of November the fifteenth. It makes me extremely uncomfortable simply from the thought of having someone prod and examine my lower extremities. The only positive thing about the entire situation is that mama promised that I would get my liscence on the same day. I am just hoping that it is before all prcedures are taken because I have heard already from several friends of mine that it will be painful to sit afterwards. I believe it would be slightly difficult to keep a seat, let alone composure during a driving test when it hurts to hold still. *Shudders* But anyway, off of the subject. It makes me cringe.
But that has been my weekend and the events between. Other than that I have nothing left to concern myself with the bother of typing. Not to mention my curfew kicks in pretty soon, so to all of those who remember them,
Sweet Nightmares.
-Nombre un deseo, encantador.-
Yours Maniacally.
