Last night I was accosted by a drunk man outside of seven eleven whose name was Daniel and who was looking for a cigarette. He kept asking me how old I was and telling me I was pretty. I shook his hand when he introduced himself and had shivers until I fell asleep last night. It didn't help that it was a full moon. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I do now too. The wind is blowing a little too hard tonight.
And Vero'nica might be dead... that's what people are trying to say, and no one can figure out if it's a hoax or not. It's creepy as fuck to think of an LJ'er dead... they're all pretty young. There's some 800-number you can call if you have any "clues"... they're not saying whether it was murder, or suicide, and how they're handling it, it's probably not any accident.
I'm just majorly creeped out right now, and I discovered earlier that no amount of online test-taking is gonna get my mind off of it.
On the upside, I found three people who said they'd take me to Prom. One of them is pretty much Mya's territory though, so I guess in reality I only have two.