Ball.

Well early in this blog's inception I had the issue with my parents about going to a ball. Actually it was the blog's inception. That's why I got the blog, well that and I wanted a place to post writings and pictures and tell nobody about my life. I apologize to my two definite readers, you are not nobody, its just that you read it when it was intended for nobody to read. I didn't expect anyone to bother with it.

Anyway back to the ball, it was a good time, not on it's own merit. Oh good god no. It was everything I expected it to be. Everything I don't like. Loud (bad) music, lots of people I didn't know walking up and saying hello because my girlfriend has been singing my praises, bad food and terrible dancing. Well I must amend this. I like my girlfriend singing my praises, makes me sure I'm doing something right. But anyhow, It was a terrible social occasion for me. I'm sure that many other people enjoyed it immensely. But I said it was a good evening. And it was. Because I was with her.

Every moment seems to short when I'm with her and I find myself wanting the next moment as soon as the last one has past. I can't stop thinking about her. I would rather be with her right now but instead I'm sitting here writing this blog. I'm just a little bit pathetic.
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