Sunday, February 15, 2010

So, I went. To the dance. I couldn't stop myself. He wasn't there. At least, I didn't see him. And, in a town as small as South Hill Springs, you see everybody that's at the dance eventually. And now, he friend requested me on Facebook. What will he do when he sees "in a relationship"? Yeah, now I'm "in a relationship". Forrest, the popular guy, had made out with me at the dance. In my defense, though, someone had dumped a bottle of whiskey into the punch bowl. Sporatti had gotten absolutely wasted, by accident, and had made out with Jess, Maddi, Kay, and even Randi, the failing slut. It was funny, though. And Forrest had somehow gotten me in. I'm hungover, gonna go sleep.