Cherry Bomb

Well, my parents are off at Buzz's' baseball game, which I declined to go to because I see no point. I instead chose to stay here and make myself endure physical hell.
20 minutes with the treadmill on Aerobic.
Which, when you have my body, is not good.
Luckily, I had Suzi Quatro, the soundtrack of Rent, Joan Jett, and the Runaways, to help me through it.
God, I love music today.
Anyways, the end of the year is only a few weeks away and my grades are so far improving.
If they were a word it would be FABAACAA.
The F isn't staying for long though, which is good.
Now the only thing to worry about is Finale.
Finale is the dance at the end of the year which is LIKE prom, but every grade is allowed to go. Everyone is talking about it, and its getting very annoying, especially since we just got a letter in the mail with all the guidelines and dress code and all that, so now OF COURSE my mom wants me to go.
One little catch.
Apparently the big thing nowadays is for guys and gals to have dates for dances, and that's never been my talent. Its so awkward to ask someone to go and act like an idiot with you.
And let me make this clear, I DO NOT want to WORK to go to a party, okay? I just want some chips and dip.
Its like a costume party.
But Riddles is going without a date and I think Panda is too, so its a little comforting.
I'd like to ask Parox or Ela to come with me and be my comfort blanket, but that too is a problem.
I don't want the one that can't come to feel left out, but I'm also trying to make it as equal as possible.
Although now that I've typed this neither will be able to go, but it was worth a try.
My parents will be home soon, so I'm going to fit in one more mosh pitting session to 'Cherry Bomb'.
Buh bye.

Beatles: To lead a better life I need my love to be here... Here, making each day of the year, changing my life with a wave of her hand. Nobody can deny that there's something there.