Well, this weekend was a usual weekend. I jammed with the band, got my car cleaned, tried to give blood, played pool, went to church, went to Sunday school, fed the homeless and watched Judge Dredd. This time when I went in to give blood they wouldn't let me do it. My blood pressure was 150/110 so they gave me a deferral letter. It used to be borderline and I quit taking blood pressure meds because they didn't work, so I am now monitoring it, taking a heart healthy multivitamin and making sure it is not too high. Anyways, Judge Dredd was ok, however it was kind of dreadful. Those stupid plastic helmets had to be the worst. It was obvious they were plastic and there was no way they would ever stop a bullet. I suppose though those stormtrooper helmets looked plastic as well. Anyway, on Saturday as I was walking to Subway I spotted a couple leaving their house in formal wear and realized that it must be prom time. I remember the proms I went to in High School. It always seemed to me that the girls I took to the dances never really wanted to be my "date". They always stressed that it was a "friend" thing. One of the girls I really liked and I think I ended up being her backup. So when no one asked her to the prom she accepted my invitation. My junior prom was really weird. It was a standard dance and nothing exciting happened. I don't even think I got a kiss. I leaned forward and then would get the standard hug. I do remember on the way back from the prom I stopped in at a 7-11 in my tux. As I was walking towards my car this redneck flips me off for no apparent reason. Natural instinct occurred and I flipped him off back. So just as I get into the car he gets out of his car and proceeds to kick the back of my car. His friend then says to me, "he's drunk, just go". I was like,"If he doesn't move I will run him over". Luckily he got out the way and I sped off, avoiding a mindless altercation. I think my senior prom had to be the worst. The girl I went with didn't want to dance, so we sat at the table the whole night not saying much. Afterwards we went to taco bell and talked. It turned out that she was related to the same presidents I was and all of a sudden she thought of me as a "cousin" and I didn't even get a kiss. Oh well, high school was one big charade anyways. I was definitely a late bloomer and glad to be out. Nowadays I hear the girls I went out with became fat and some had children and started knitting. I guess I dodged that one.

Thought of the Day
"Your standards are too high."
"I went out with you."
"That's because my standards are too low."
- Elaine and Jerry, in "The Fix-Up"