Conflicting Moods...

[rachazhure]

Practice today. Lots of singing and more dancing (mainly with an iPod of glory and my dear Bisset, though still a good deal with Taylor). Then dinner with Micky, Kat, and McLeod. McLeod didn't have much money for dinner and refused to eat (because girls can't pay for guys according to him, which is sweet, but he was being very annoying about it)

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[spangletigress]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT BE MAD AT YOURSELF! (Maybe your friends there worry about your Watery side -- I worry about your Firey side.) Of all people, YOU do not deserve to be anything but happy with yourself (I'll allow you to be unhappy with people who seriously cross you, of course!) so, though you'll probably never again, hear my say anything of the sort, please try to be mad at this Him of yours that's destroying you!

Of course it hurts, but it doesn't have to hurt for very long. I wish I could figure out exactly what piece of this is wearing you down most and advise accordingly, but alas, I do not know, so all I can do is remind you that you have friends who, though geographically far away, care deeply for you. You can always come to us for the empathy, the cheering, the distracting, the whatever-it-is-you-need.

Here's to fourteen hours of gloriousness! Enjoy it! And try to have fun at the dance!