Screw You, High School!

So Winter Ball is in, like, two weeks. It's the little shindig where the girl is supposed to ask the guy, which is kind of a shame because I'm pretty much the biggest coward on the face of the planet. Thus, I shall being going stag because I haven't the nerve to ask "Him." Some of my friends tell me I'll regret it if I don't ask him. I don't know. I have a way of making things needlessly awkward, so maybe it's better this way.

I know. Pathetic, right? Yeah.

I was really going to try, I swear, little e-blog. But then I found out that this other girl wanted to ask him, and she's way nice and she's known him for a lot longer than I have. I'd rather her ask him. It'd be better for everyone, I think.

Anyway, I'll be out of here by next fall. Best not get attached to anyone else.

Either that or I'm the Queen of Lame Excuses, mais oui?

<3 Caina