10:13 a.m.

I didn't finish my list, but I'm posting anyway because it's my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.

Let's begin by saying that Prom didn't suck. It just sucked for me. That's mostly my fault. I knew, the minute I heard the loud music and the crowds of people that I didn't like that I was in for a miserable night. Ok, it wasn't miserable, but it was bad and sad and I can't help regretting that I went.

But I would've regretted not going even more, so there's that.

I'm...just...not...a...party...person. No, I'm not. I wish I were, I wish I could just go and be with people and not care, but I can't and god knows I tried. I had three trips to the bathroom last night at the banquet hall and I only needed to actually pee once. The other two times were just me, going in, psyching myself up. "Ok, Lena, deep breaths, smile, and GO!" Failed miserably. I didn't dance. I barely ate. Tried to sleep for about five minutes before C.W. screamed in my ear and then Z. asked me if I had a headache and I think I sounded really angry when I said "NO I'M JUST TIRED". And the whole night, I kept wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

Oh, but one bright spot: I realize that I hate this girl that goes to my school. Let's call her Skanktard. Just a majorly annoying, rude, bitchy little whore. I'm not going to go into what she did, because it won't seem like much to those who weren't there. How is this a bright spot? It's just really satisfying to know that there is one person you wouldn't mind dead at all. Good for rage.

The best part of the night for me was the ride home with M. and J. I know that sounds really sad, but I really would just prefer to hang out with a few people that I actually like than have a giant party with a lot of fuck-all people. I think at the end of the year I'm going to invite a bunch of friends over at my house and we'll have actual fun. Like, really, FUN. Waterfight and steaks. YES!