Now everybody thinks that they're in love, but they're dead wrong

Tonight is the Kick Ball, a prom-like homage to the end of the kickball season (or sort-of end to the season), thus sealing the highschoolie-ness we've all been suffering from for the past 3 months, including the drama, the tears, the overimbibing, etc. etc. What's next? Graduation? I guess so.

If you've been wondering what that song is on the VH1 commercial for America's Next Top Model, it's Frausdots' "Dead Wrong" off their "Couture, Couture, Couture" album, and it's simply dreamy. I might prefer seeing them live.

Still feeling mildly shitty, but I've been popping every pill this side of a crackden to get me revved for this evening. Maybe someone will leave their baby in the bathroom, get drunk and crash daddy's porsche, or maybe! maybe! the hottest, most popular chica will be robbed of her Queen crown. I'll be playing bad girl, leaning against the wall, laughing at the insincerity of it all.

2005-09-17 | 11:34 a.m.

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