So the boy asked me to the prom ... again.

Do I remember how he asked me last time? Do I remember how he ditched me for my friend, because of the Great Misunderstanding of Fall 2003? Do I remember how we agreed we were all just gonna go alone? Do I remember how I told myself that if he ever asked again, I would refuse?

Yes, affirmative, indeed, and positively, although I'm trying to forget.

But things have changed, you know? Before, we were only going as friends. It was stricly platonic. It's different now ... It's funny how the beginning of the school year seems so far away ...

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... seems so melodramatic sometimes. It makes me feel like I should be in some kind of "Cold Mountain"-type movie staring longingly out the window waiting for my long lost love. And yet I used it ... all ... the time ...

So I have a new prom date. An old prom date. A new old prom date. A prom date that I had, but last, but got back. A prom date, period.

Yesterday, I was talking to a guy who sits across from me in class. He's a jackass, he's one of those prissy popular guys, but we talk because he's funny once in a while and we're the only Jews in a sea of Christians/Muslims.

Let my people gooooooo ...

Anyways, he was asking me about the boy, and if he had asked out yet, if he had asked me to prom yet. I said no, because it was the truth at that time. And he said "Want me to slap him around for you? Wake him up a bit?". I told him not to, of course, because I would look like a freak and a wuss, sending other people to talk to him. Made him swear not to.

And this morning, the invitation from the boy. Coincidence? I think not. I asked the guy if he had talked to the boy, and he said no, but that is OBVIOUSLY a stone-faced lie. The boy has no willpower. Someone has to kind of nudge him in the right direction.

Is it bad that I'm glad he did though? Because I sure as hell wouldn't have brought it up. The only term I can find to describe my personality when it comes to these things it the french word "mauviette", which is kind of like scaredy-cat. Yes, you've probably seen my backbone on the side flap of a milk carton. It's been missing for years.

So I'm ... happy today. Yes, that's what I've determined.

I also got my schedule for Audition Day 2004. To get into music in college I have to pass an audition, and mine is March the 20th. But WAIT! That's not all, folks! I have to get there at 8. That's 8 IN THE MORNING. I have a french test, a music dictation test, a music theory test, a solfege test, and finally, at the END of the day ...

My audition!

I'm not even sure to be getting a practice room, so I might not even get to warm up before my audition ...

I'm most likely going to die a horrible, burning death on March 20th. Or at least faint from exhaustion.