5:44 p.m.

Should I go to the prom?

I don't know...maybe I should. But maybe I shouldn't. I'm not going to lie: there is some part of me that thinks I should go. That WANTS to go. But then there's another part of me that's thinking: what's the point? You're going to have a miserable time. You're going to feel ugly. You're going to be alone.

Ah, there's the rub...it's all in the date thing. I know you don't HAVE to have a date, that it doesn't matter if you come with someone or not. But, in the end, it's going to matter and all of my close friends are going to have one. M. is going to have one. K. is going to have one. If D. goes, she's going to have one. And while it's fine and dandy for THEM to say "Who cares if you don't have a date?", I'm going to sit there and think "Well, I care." I don't want to be the only loner, you know?

Well, let's put prom in the 'maybe' pile. It seems so far away.

You know what's NOT far away? MARCH BREAK! WHOOT! No school for a week, that's AWWWWWWEEEESOOOOOMMMME! Oh man, I am so sick of school. Especially French (btw, Mr. A. asked my name TWICE today...loony doesn't even know my name yet grrrr...).

Oh, and in other news, our play made it to Regionals! I'm actually quite pleased...I didn't expect to be 'cause I wanted the whole thing to end and be over and done with. But now...I'm kinda glad we moved on. For one thing, we get to go to Hart House, which is really gorgeous and has the coolest backstage in the world. Second, I might get to see Huron Heights do their show which (as usual) is supposed to be AMAZING! My God, I know they're competition and everything, but I can't help be in awe of them. I've never seen any of their shows, but apparently the acting is always superb. We'll see :)

M. had her Sheradon audition on Sunday...I know she'll make it, but even so, I don't want to hear about it. Happy as I'll be when her acceptance comes, I don't want to hear about any acceptances until I get accepted somewhere. FUCK! DAMN UNIVERSITY! Why am I even bothering with post-secondary education anyway? I'm just going to end up some bum on the street scrounging for crumbs in a Tim Hortons' garbage can anyway. But maybe I'm just being a pessimist.

Yes, that's it.

Anyway, I gotta get ready to beat the crap out of Gareth.

Yours...