sr ball

the whole day went by so quickly every time i think about it now. i woke up at 6 in the morning and just laid there. i didnt really worry about anything. i figured, ill just let today go by. well things pretty much turned out like that until prom. cleaned out my car. took 4 fuckin hours to do it, but i got it done yo. i felt hella rushed when i went to get the corsage. i was there at qfc in a brisk walk staring everything down because it wasnt ready yet. i did pity the floral specialists though. having 3 proms and mothers day to take care of and all. its a shame. anyway after some pictures and shit i drove jessie, paulo, and kabao to el gauchos. took the worst possible route at the worst possible time. right before the mariners game with the yankees. damn. w/e we got there at like 630. waited for like 2 fuckin hours for the food and right when we got our food kyle and mao arrived. food was really good. steak was filled with flavor and the potatoes were to die for… after dinner we got the bill and everyone was worried about the inability to make seperate checks. i only had my credit card and not enough cash on me. i was worried, but i wasnt stressing out like everyone. its all good though cuz the shit got taken care of. no harm done after the dinner we headed to the canal with paolo reading me the directions. got there with no worries. it was pretty close to 10 when we got there no big deal. so we get in line for pictures. the pictures were fun. took a lot longer than i expected, but you know whatever its sr ball. dancing was actually my favorite part of this whole thing. danced with pretty much everyone except one person i wanted to but i knew it wouldnt happen. it was way better than clubbing at wack ass venues like 131. with the knowledge from clubbing i wasnt dancing like an idiot. favorite part of the dancing was when buff wild and routined the shit out of it. man it was dope shit. i was pumped after that shit. ahha then this one guy does some weird lawnmower thing and calls me out. having this adrenaline rush and not thinking, i fuckin pulled a pop and lock style dance shit out of my ass. i still have no idea what i did, but man shit that was fun. the rest of the dance was really chill and shit. helped out a couple of people who were scared of dancing and shit. gave some advice that was passed on to me from the legendary Vince. and all was good. i remember saying to people with their heads down, “No one is alone tonight man. We’re all having fun. You gotta believe yo.” hahah as lame as it sounds i thought it was dope shit man. throughout the dance i always saw a camera and someone about to take a picture, so i made as many intense faces as i could before the picture. hahah maybe no one will notice. its all good. i typically said hey to anyone who looked familiar regardless of how i felt with a couple of exceptions, most notably her. to this moment right now i still cant get rid of her from my head. i dont know anymore. it pisses me off that whenever i have time to think, i think about her, like shes important. i can say shes not all i want, it wont make a difference. i never said a word to her that night, the night i was planning on talking to her and straightening some shit out. whatever. guy was on her like a fuckin hawk. after the dance, i dropped off jessie and we talked in the car listening to some songs i got on my music player device. im glad i went to be honest. im glad i asked jessie and not the girl ive thought about. i dont think it wouldve been as fun, or near as memorable. the after party was different. i hate that environment. feels so shitty and fuckin wack. and seeing people i would never have expected there doing shit that seems out of character. seeing that shit makes me think how disgusting everyone is when they throw all their inhibitions to the wind. different people from different places with different backgrounds all coming together for one sole purpose, get they drank. i left the same time kyle and mao left knowing that im not a fitting person there. and im fine with that. actually quite content. so a little info on how i wrote this. i was listening to black sabbath, dope artist. on mothers day about to go out and return my tux maybe buy some shorts or get guitar hero. im not sure yet. ill figure things out. also gonna go buy my mommy some red roses. i know when i wrote this i left out a lot of shit i would normally cover if thinking about it for a while. hah its all good though. and i forgot to take pictures because i never had a camera with me. ill have to wait for the prom pictures to come back before i have any. just thinking about all the shit that happened that night brigns a smile to my face. and tomorrow will be a monday. and ill have one hell of a case of the mondays.