It's that magical day. You know, the one that feels all 'personal' to someone, and they desperately hope it will be better than all of the others.
I find I've become jaded, over the years.
I was much more excited on Saturday. That.. was the big day of the Masquerade. I spent 50 dollars on my hair, and an hour and a half getting dressed.. but the results were always pleasing. I get such a thrill when I walk into a room, and people look at me and say "Wow". It's like I managed to bump my App rating a dot or two just because I put in a little extra effort.
I danced, a little. My Heterosexual Life-Mate danced much more than me (Fucking harlots). I mostly spent the night desperately trying to catch up with people I haven't seen for a year. It made me really sad to realize just how much I've lost touch with my social group because of my work schedule.
The mantra of the season seems to be: "Oh, well, I won't have that problem, come September."
Oddly enough? It's a really soothing thought.
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School's going to kick my ass. I'm okay with that, though. I find the most pleasure in focusing my resolve into something like that. The pressure hurts, but goddamnit, it's like a drug.
The plus side of it all, will be the freedom to see people if I want to. Or have the ability to just.. go to a party for the hell of it, instead of taking 4 months to plan my get-away.
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