Patty (woodycakes) wrote,

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Not quite hung-over

I'm glad all my friends were there. They were the only thing keeping me from leaving. I had fun with everyone -- whom I knew -- that went. There were so many people, I didn't know three-fourths of them. That didn't matter though, because the fourth that I knew was a rocking batch!

Thanks to Jo'Anne I had a nice outfit. I actually got complimented for what i was wearing. Maybe because it was just out of character for me to wear a skirt. Sure, I wear one in school, but it isn't a pink short one. Thanks to all those who noticed that I didn't look like myself last night. It felt good even if it was just for a while.

Hanging out with my close friends made me realize that even if we don't talk in school, or don't even see each other, or if we've grown apart, it doesn't matter. When we're together, and we have no school to think about, we can still have fun and talk like nothing happened back in school. We can laugh over things and still get along. Sure, I was the only noisy in the car -- despite the sleepiness -- I guess that's just how it really goes.

But the funny thing is, I didn't feel like dancing at all. I went in and had fun, of course, but just in a different way. Maybe because I was just so tired, or maybe because I didn't feel the crowd, but I didn't feel like it. I could see most of my friends having so much fun dancing and I really wanted to, but I just didn't feel the urge to. Unlike last time, I was all for dancing, even if my four inch heels. My feet hurt afterwards, but it didn't matter. I was there to party. Last night, I was in freaking flats, I could have danced my ass off, but I didn't.

Why? I have no idea... Still, there'll be more time for dancing, hopefully. I just don't know when.

And I was just wondering... It's surprising how people can change too. They used to be so nice and different. What a year can do to them. And just like what Lee said, I'm not too fond of pizza either. I used to like extra cheese on it, but now I'm a bit cautious.
Tags: buddy boy, high school friends
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