ah, high school. years of utter stupidity. maybe some people had a good time. maybe for you prom wasn't one of the most unbearable nights of your life. maybe you got to wear some awesome gold sequin pumps. (reba, i envy you.) not so for me. i'd rather that one, actually 2 proms, be erased forever. eternal sunshine. and i never dated the quarterback. i wasn't that cool. instead i opted for the school loser whose only ambition was to make it to the weekend to get trashed with his friends. what was i thinking? i wasn't...i was in high school. i had a dream about him last night. he had finally decided to go to college. wow. anyway, enough about my saved by the bell years.i'm hoping that these will make my memories of high school a little sweeter, or at least trick me into thinking fondly of that foggy time in life.
The Prom
a note on the kitchen table.mp3
the city gets lonely.mp3
All-Time Quarterback
plans get complex.mp3
sock hop.mp3
2 comments:
you see that's why i never went to mine. i knew itd be a waste of time and money. you needed to hit 2 and have 7 years under your belt to figure that out. so am i a prognosticator or just a loser? or maybe...both. if i was betting money, i'd put it on loser.
You would have been able to go to prom with me, had you known me back then. It's too bad you didn't because I would've loved to have gone to prom with you.
-Vaughn
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