This is the first year I'm not going to semi. I was, but real life interfered. Oddly, I'm calm about it, a tad disapointed, but still, somewhat okay with it. Frankly, semi-formal is nothing but a bunch of drunk idiots that make the rest of us look bad.
We aren't going because my boyfriends grandmother died, yet his parents only *just* told him, aparently. I'm fine with it, honestly, I am. I didn't want to go to semi, but he seems to think that I really wanted to go. I would rather watch Trek films in my room with my pointy ears and Barrett the Tribble in honor of the new movie (speaking of which, my new goal is to watch all the Trek films in my basement....in formal attire).


Instead, I'm going to spend my night making graphics, and watching lame tv. I suppose this is my penatence for the guilt from two days ago ([link]). It's a good feeling, honestly. As horrible as I feel for him, I feel much better personally, as weird as that sounds.


I just have to tell him tomorrow that he really doesn't have to make this up to me. Honestly, semi isn't really that important or exciting.