I'm going to the party tomorrow night. Tonight now really. Waiting for my blue vanilla slurpee, which I'll only drink half of before passing out for a couple hours and getting up for work.

My only clothing idea has been space camoflauge, and I'm not sure how to pull that one off.

And I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't go, that I don't belong to these people. That the cool girl act is all for you, and that without it, there'd be nothing. No chance of looking good, but no chance of being foolish.

What if all of this is one extended pick up line? What fool would I be then? What if this was all just an act to make you like me?

I know it's not, but sometimes I forget myself...