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::Rehearsal cancelled. All in all, today was utterly insignificant in the long and bizarre tale that is my life. History was in a different classroom and Darcey gained this weird accent for a few words... "Ahh think its a mayyan becuhhhse.." There is no way to describe it unless you were there.
I also decided to go to Gnimocemoh. This may be interesting or may be uncomfortable. That's one thing about school events, or for that matter dances. I don't really want to dance at all. This is a warning to anyone that would ask me (hahaha, yeah right)- I will be acting completely out of place, go "Uh-um-wh-n-ye-no-crap-I-dont-know" at about a million words a second. It doesn't matter who it is. That's just how I am. So yeah... that won't work. However the point for me wouldn't be to dance. It would be to get to know people more and better... it would be a way to confirm to myself that yeah, I know and like people at Northwest, and they will be willing to say "hi" and be slightly social with me. Yay, that is a boost for insecurity. (Unless, of course, they aren't. But I don't want to go there.)
Insecurity is such a curse.
Self-consciousness is a curse.
I suppose it's all life, I can't escape the curse of humanity.
But one can wish...right?
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.:Arakatze blogged on 1/23/2004 11:05:00 PM:.
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