Concert. I hate our band. Not the symphonic band, they're pretty good most of the time. But our band sucks arse. It's made up of freshmen, some of whom can play (Nicole), some of whom can't ( - insert random shitty-playing freshman here-) and the upperclassmen who suck too much to be in Symphonic (me). Oh well.
Emily, as per usual, came in a bathrobe and something that should not be worn in public (some sort of teddy/slip thing), and dressed and undressed in the middle of the band hall. Eh.
She's so pretty. Damn, I really wish I could look like her. (Just... not.. act... like... her...) She really is effing gorgeous.
My dress nearly fell off a few times. No amount of pinning could change that. And boobs suck - I was unable to wear a smaller dress due to mine. Rrgh.
I did get to see Michael in a tux, though. I'd almost forgotten how handsome he is. (insert sappy music here) Shaddup. It's annnoying. It almost angers me that I still love him this much after so frikkin' long, knowing full well he will never feel the same. I wish to god love responded to logic so I could just tell myself 'it won't happen' and it would go away. But it doesn't. So I can't. Hrm.
I am tired. Very much so. And quite cold - I lay on the couch for an hour waiting for these fifteen minutes of computer time. (Nicole, apparently, MUST have the computer all night. This is all I get.) Eh. Not like I'd do anything productive or even talk to people if I did have the computer... So since I cannot do anything else, I think I shall sleep now.