Coming to Terms

Tonight there was a school dance. I of course wanted to attend, but being 1. Without a date and 2. Not wanting to crash my best friend's date I ended up here, at home, sitting in my room. Not to say tonight wasn't productive.

I waxed my legs, did my bikini line, tweezed my eyebrows, used some pore strips, gave myself a facial, took a bath, puminced my feet then sat my lazy infront of the television to watch more of Sex and the City. So I feel significantly less fabulous than those at the dance (especially since I even bought a dress...) but at least I'm slightly more improved than prior this evening.

While beautifying myself; my phone rang. I didn't have time to catch it. One missed call. My heart pounded. I rushed to facebook like a fool 'hey you, did you call?' and my reply? 'no, i'm watching family guy.' Intelligent. I feel like an idiot. It was probably a friend of mine I'm ditching tomorrow for more productive things-- like going to the gym at the unholy hour of 8 in the morning with my mother then dragging my sweaty ass to David's Tea for some oolang.

And I've finally come to a realisation regarding the whole situation with my ex. So yeah, we did agree to be friends but I think I wanted the friendship more than he does. I think he wants distance. So, I truly believe he won't call me ever again just to say hi. But you know, I think I can be cool with letting go of the friendship too. Next fall I'm heading out into the city for school so there's definantly a place I don't want to be tied down with baggage.

So from this night forward I won't wait for calls. If the lonliness gets too bad, I'll go to bed. If the boredom makes me insane, I'll read more. It's just a question of getting out of the habbit. I've now grown the habbit of buffing my nails before bed. Works for me.

So much for romance.