The 80's party was a blast. I could have lived without the airlessly suffocating commons, the smelly sweaty people that pushed past me, and the humid Houston night that straightened my painstakingly crimpled hair... but certainly the fabulous outfit Nastassja bought for 2.50, complete with red tights and multicolored jacket made up for it. I really wanted to run around in black shoes with colored bows... and who knew pseudo-dancing could be so fun. :)

The things I learn 10 o'clock at night... I can't have it all (who knew?!), and it's pointless to be mad about it. I can't be apart of everything everywhere, and how dare I feel left out when I was just apart of something so fabulous. Is it not fair and logical that people I don't like also don't like me? mmm... I can take that.

Where did I hear "you look tired" ? Geez that's annoying!

My friend is crushed because a worthless guy broke her heart; and the worst part is, I think she wants him back. Why do we do this to ourselves? Seeing the red light and speeding through anyways. Self-preservation, I said it tonight, and it rang true. I hope to always withhold this contentment at being single, and always remember the lessons hard-learned and walk the other way when shitty people decide I'm an easy target. I wish to be brave without taking unnecessary risks, kind without taking unnecessary crap, and wise without the unnecessary bitterness.

Maybe too late for the bitterness...