| I asked my mom if I could go see my friend Mikal. My mom, aftter much trauma, actually said "fine". I was required to bring at least one friend along for the long car ride. I was planning on bringing both Doug and Scott along. I was very much excited. Like really excited. My dad bought be new tires, and I washed the windows on my car and even polished up the vinyl top with some armorall. Doug called me up and like 9 and told me that he couldn't go. Scott called slightly after that and said he couldn't go. I was shot down. I was so close. Nothing was stopping me. It was finally going to happen. And then it all went to shit, in just a few minutes. The night before, which should have held more anticipation than christmas eve, was the most dissappointing night I've experienced yet this summer. |