dancing

[wisdomeagle]

I went out tonight. To the Halloween mixer, which wasn't very... mixy. My feet hurt. My body hurts. I feel like I only just escaped in time before the panic set in. It was okay, some of the time, dancing with PEGs and stuff, but then I just... too much. Too bright. Too loud. Too... social.

I tried, you know. I let go. I just was. I danced. I let my body move. I tried not to think, just to be.

Fuck that.

Got whistled at by townies, too. EW. Am all creeped out. I looked hot tonight. I know it. I got flirted with by the random boy who was at lunch the other day. I'm a girl. I'm female. It's so weird. I'm in this tight little black dress, not slutty--okay, a little slutty, but tasteful. I wear it to church on Christmas Eve. But still. I looked good. I, who live in khakis and a t-shirt.

It's so weird.

And you know what? All I wanted was to be back here. Because as much fun as the friend people are, they aren't...

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[wistful-fever.livejournal.com]

I know *exactly* what you mean. I actually didn't go OUT-OUT tonight. I went out of my home to take care of my mother's friend's kids and my sister so THEY could go get hit on by townies, and had to drive my drunk mother home. Entertaining.

God. When did *I* become the adult? I obviously didn't get that memo.

[wisdomeagle]

Oh, muchos entertaining.

*is not looking forward to adulthood*