My Hollow, Plastic Boyfriend.

today, while all my theatrical buddies were off in Pella for state, i hung out with terinel. i wasn't sure if i would have enough to talk about, but all it ever takes is a cup of coffee or two and i loosen up plenty. we got a ride to the square, where we were immediately assaulted by a group of little kids. what the fuck! how does a kid even become a jackass so quickly? they were swearing and calling us the N-word, and they started throwing hunks of ice and even a frozen half of a candy bar they found on the ground. thank god their aim was terrible. god, why would any kid just decide to be terrible to a complete stranger? if their home life is terrible or something, wouldn't they want to make as many friends as possible? throwing shit doesn't get you any friends. god, i don't even know. man, i didn't even start to swear until i was in eighth grade, if you can believe it. these kids were maybe around ten or eleven, and they were just spitting swear words all over the place! i mean, i know i swear a ton, but it's never intelligent. i'm not trying to impress anyone, and these kids so obviously are. i don't get it.
so terinel and i left the little bastards on the square and headed to the coffee house, where i bought a raspberry croissant and she bought some powdered sugar cookie thing. we sat on the couch for a while, discussing religion and homeless people and god only knows what else. i decided that if reincarnation is real, i will definitely be a tortoise in my next life. oh, the irony (i hate turtles and tortoises, but tortoises are cooler than turtles). after loitering for a decent sum of time, we headed out. teri was a bit disoriented and had no idea which direction My Lucky Day was, but i got us there. i promptly put on a snazzy hat (with a feather on it, ooh), and we started digging through fifty cent cassette tapes. i bought two: Chopin and Beethoven, and i got a free troll. man, i've been getting free trolls from My Lucky Day since i was a little kid, but this may have been one of the best. he had hot pink hair and a tuxedo. freakin' rad. who needs a prom date when you've got a dressed-up troll? i'll spend prom night with him. that's a promise (sniffle). in fact, i've got him all cleaned up and everything. for the sake of auld lang sine, i washed his hair and clothes, just like the multitudes of trolls before him. and i'm going to spray him with my favorite cologne, so he'll be delicious smelling. he'll be the best prom date evar. i've got marti gras beads, too, because the theme of prom this year is marti gras. and i've got decorations from last year's prom, so i've pretty much got it down. when prom rolls around, i'm going to get all gussied up, slip into the sexiest dress i have, and dance around my room with this troll.
no, i am not pathetic, no, i am not lonely, and no, i have not lost my mind.