Friday, May 02, 2003
at 10:16 PMI'm Reviewing The Situation
My senses impend doom for prom today. April, Donna, and myself will be chauffered to various destinations by Jarred, who is Donna's last-minute date (as Lindsay must attend her school's New Orleans band trip).
Donna feels little emotion for Jarred, which displeases me greatly, because he intends to lavish her (and April and myself by association) with his financial and transportation services this evening. I rather pity the poor sap. Jarred seems nice enough, but neither April nor I know him well enough to make inside jokes and have a genuine, jolly inside time all together.
I realize I must endure this nightmare less than twenty-four hours from the current time. Ugh. And more zits than usual adorn my face.
