Sunday, October 22, 2006

   . . .my homecoming disaster. . .
homecoming is officially cursed for me. i had my school's homecoming dance last night. last Tuesday my friend adam still didn't have a date so i told him i'd be his date if he wanted and he said sure right away. i like, well i liked, adam. my friend joe rented a limo and adam was going in it so i did too. everyone had a blast, we went out to dinner and had fun. adam paid a lot of attention to me, he even kissed me 3 times. but when we finally got to homecoming he kept disappearing. half way through the dance i was sitting down on the floor with my knees bent up leaning against them. i had a stomach ache because i drank like 2 energy drinks last night and i was nervous about adam and i was still a little bit upset about matt. then adam came and sat down next to me. then he said that he just wanted to be really good close friends with me, that robert had told him that i was still a little upset about matt(how did robert know, i hadn't told him or stephanie{one of my best friends} anything about how i was feeling, the didn't say anything to me the whole dance), that he didn't want me to be mad or upset at him. when he finally left i started crying and headed straight to the bathroom. i spent the rest of the dance avoiding adam and trying not to cry, but i kept turning around and there he was and i just kept starting to cry. how was i not supposed to feel upset about that? he lead me on, he KISSED me 3 times. after homecoming was over i was standing by my friend austin because he said he'd take me home, no way was i going back into the limo with adam, when adam started heading right towards me. i turned my head away so i could see adam, hoping he wouldn't recognize me, but i was one of the only ones wearing a white dress. he came up behind me though. the minute i saw him in his stupid tux shirt i bolted outside. i would rather have frozen than stuck around for what he was going to say so i did. i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to go into my 7th period class ever again. he sits almost directly behind me in that class and the teacher lets us move around and talk to people the whole class period. there is no way to measure how stupid i feel. i don't know what to do.
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