Well, now.
There's a lot of anger flying around. I think it should be channelled into something... more useful, maybe? Something productive.
...I'm shutting up about that now...
But yeah! Lemme see. Um. Ohmygodprom. *_* I was all ready, okay with the fact that I was going alone, going to get there late and leave early, and then Charlie Thomas is at the door all dressed up and... wow. It was... surprising? (Behold: the understatement of the week.) I can't really put it in words. Suffice to say it was like a dream. Too unreal. But... it was real.
And then my computer died for a bit (I wept, I really did).
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laurlaurhoffman) wrote,
nostalgic
