the land of happy little trees.

[ back | up | next ]

dateline: oZvana

22 september 1996 1:50 p.m.

Tonight's the night! Derek finally squealed... Orchestra seats, about ten rows from the stage, pretty much the center of the row! I should be able to see everyone sweat, if not smell their breath... Last time I went, I sat up in the cloud rows, and it was still awesome. I know I won't be able to do anything useful today. I can barely sit still long enough to type this. Jen woke me up this morning (and she was the one with the "don't call before noon" rule). If my voice is still a little weird, it is really weird first thing in the morning. We talked eachothers' ear off for two hours (okay, mostly I talked her ear off). She was totally stoked that I visited her at work on Friday. She wanted to do something tonight, but... Jeez, I haven't hung out with her for weeks. It sucks that she's not in school this semester. We can't go for our "Power Whopper" lunches anymore! She made me watch "The Real World" with her (I guess someone doesn't read this diary). The show's in Florida this season, and Jen's from Florida, and she was trying to nail down all the Floridians by their accents. Jen asked, "Do you think Dan is cute?" "He's one of the better looking ones, I guess," I said. "Figured you would," she said, laughing. Oh, I see. He's gay. Ha ha. I managed to figure out that these Worlders are starting a business, which they're running by lounging around their beach house and stabbing eachother in the back whenever someone's not in the room. We also determined Joe seriously needs to dump Nicki... The show is just so insipid! If the "Real World" was real, it might be interesting, but what depth and spiritual reflection can you get from following the everyday lives of failed fashion models? (Online journals are far more personally enriching!) Of course, I haven't been able to turn off the television since. Not that I'm watching. I'm pacing around, trying to figure out if five hours beforehand is too early to start getting ready for a date. I didn't get to buy anything special for tonight, but mark my words, I'm still gonna knock Derek's socks right off. I'm wearing the "JP," my dress from my junior prom (yes, I still fit!), which only comes out for really fancy occasions. It's satin, dark red -- I like "crimson" better -- to the knee, with tiny white roses on the neck and a long oval cut right in the middle of the back. It's also got matching long gloves that come up above the elbow and a little box purse (that I think might hold my lipstick). I'm even going to wear (gasp!) dark hose and heels that could be used as a deadly weapon. He won't know what hit him.