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My name is Brianna. I am a MySpace whore. I am a choir nerd. I <3 to drive. I am a comment whore. My friends are pretty neat. We like lightsaber battles in WalMart. I love animal-crackers. I sing ((Concert Choir= ♥ )). Personally, I think I do look better on MySpace. I have unbeleivably curly hair. I am yet to find someone with paler skin than mine. I sing in the shower. I like spontaneity. I'm extremely moody. Get over it. Generally, I'm a really nice person. A lot of the time I'm too quick to judge. When I fall for a guy, I fall hard. My cellphone is attatched to my hip at all times. I love Halloween. If you talk a lot, that's a good thing. But only if you know when to stfu.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Homecoming.

Wow. Interesting evening...

It took two hours for me to do my own hair, another two hours to to Liz's, and I didn't even get to Sarah's. Then Sarah and I were picked up by Mike and Sophie. We went to Mike's for pictures, the to the Mulkey's for more pictures. After the photo-ness subsided, we headed over to Angelina's for a most expensive dinner. Afterwards, we went back to Mason.

Unfortunately, this is where my evening is ruined. Sarah and I decided to join a couple of other friends in their car instead of go with Sophie and Mike. Needless to say, it was a big mistake. Turns out the new thing best friends do is ignore each other, yell at each other, and slam doors in each other's faces. However, Sarah and I weren't fully aware of this. So our evenings were ruined right then and there.

After running away from the evening-ruiner, we got inside where more evning-ruining ensued. Turns out the new thing to do when you have a date to Homecoming is to dance with them for a few minutes, then make the rounds with the sophomores and other people that don't want to dance with you. Sarah, Bianca, and I weren't aware of this either.

So, I ended up whoring myself off to Stephan, who I am proud to call my pimp. This is where my evening turns around. Thanks to Ashley, Rinata, Jena, and Stephan, my Homecoming and dignity were saved. We stayed 'til the very end of the dance and I even got to dance with my pimp. (!) This made my evening, due to the fact that I've found someone else I don't feel stupid dancing with.

It's funny how I've waited for months for you to change, but in one evening my opinion of you has done a complete 180. Do you realize how many friends you've lost because of one evening of stupidity? Even though we're "best-friends", I don't ever want to see you again. Best friends don't blow each other off. Best friends don't yell at each other. Best friends don't ignore each other. Best friends don't talk to each other only when asking where their so-called "date" is.

Now I wanna kill you like only a best friend could.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

Kudos.

Major kudos.

I laughed when I read this, because it's exactly what I was thinking.

6:28 PM, October 01, 2006  

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