| 01.Apr.01 I really just need to cry right now, but that wouldn't be very me would it? My fashion is to convert that into depression, or anger. But somehow, this time I just can't do it. This weekend has been too... intense for that. I had my last solo and ensemble competition on Saturday and I'm going to state for all 5 events. Afterwards I went to a party and not since I've moved have I felt so unwanted and so unliked. I was hoping for some actual conversation, but for the first 2 hours it was nothing but Christina Aguilara and Britney Spears crap. Finally, Trina showed up and we became the black sheep together. Never was it so blatently obvious that I am ready for college. I mean, sex can be good conversation, in fact some of my most interesting of theories are derived from a sexual conversation, however there is more. The only intellectual stimulation I've had of late has been found within a book. Never have I been this upset over people's maturity. Maybe it's just the fact that i've had no sleep. Who knows. I'm going to bed. Aimee ps. Mulder was alive... and I knew it. :) |