Prom did the talking itself, and to put it to words here would be useless. Suffice to say it's surreal no matter who you are or how you look at it; something you look forward to before, and then back on forever afterwards. Now we've got the senior breakfast left, and soon enough, graduation. I chose Tucson to get away from everything, only to realize that at the bottom of my heart, I don't want to. To make things worse, I noticed today I have less than three weeks left here before I venture to Kentucky to spend the first two months of my adult life in isolation. Summer 2005 is a sorry thought, indeed. Sorry to end on that note, but I have rehearsal for the Spring Concert. Things will get better, even if they have to do so later.