Greetings, Odd, you know, I'm sitting at the dinner table and it's my father, my mother and just me. We sit there; silence among us. Scrape of the plate, chew, chew, chew, swallow and repeat. No one talking - no one fighting, laughing - nothing. By no means is this normal... it's not normal. Usually there's talk of some sort, even if i's just "pass the pepper." But there's nothing but the scrapping of the plate, chewing and swallowing. The radio's playing, which is probably for the best because the song that' playing I'm not only tapping my feet to, but also caught up in the lyrics as well. It's called "Good Times," by Tom Cochrane. He's Canadian and from the 90's... almost like a Brian Adams I suppose - it's the same guy who brought you "Life is a Highway." Yea, that chap. At any rate, this guy... or the song rather, reminded me so much of last weekend. "When the fire burn out, and the waters run dry The mountains have fallen, we'll remember those times The seasons roll by, and the youth slips away The glory has faded, then what will we say? Oh the good times we had Wouldn't worry about tomorrow 'Cause tonight was all we had Oh the good times we knew I'd tell you about them baby But you were there, you were with me, too" Seems odd... really really odd. But none of that matter anymore. Did I already say that? I think I did. But it doesn't matter... none of it does anymore. Went to Prom a couple days ago... That was interesting. Apparently I'm going to take over the world, and according to my graduating class, it's alright with them. Stupid popularity contests. Still though, I admit taking over hte government would be fun. Naturally if they were to have read some of my previous entries, there is no doubt in my mind that some of them would hve retracted their votes. I just... just wished that things would have worked out differently is all. She looked amazing, smelt good and danced wonderfully. Of course it really doesn't matter on account of the fact that I'll probably never see her again. Alright, that was an exageration; but you know what I meant. We danced, we sat, we ate... it was like our last date all over again except we were fancily dressed and their were numerous distractions and other dance partners this time... that and I continually saw her slipping away from my grasp as the night wore on. Last song of the night, great band, though I wished I knew the words to the song before we started dancing to it. Bloody hell. Anyway, here's snippet: "Strange and beautiful are the stars tonight that dance around your head in your eyes I see that perfect world I hope that doesn't sound too weird And I want all the world to know that your love's all I need all that I need Chorus:and if we're lost then we are lost together yea if we're lost then we are lost together... In this silence of this whispered night I listen only to your breath and that second of a shooting star somehow it all makes sense And I want all the world to know that your love's all I need all that I need" I'm going to buy their live album, I seem to already know a good number of their songs, but didn't realize it was all them. Ever have that happen? Same things with Nirvana. Man I was so stupid. Still am really. Anyway, it was a good time I suppose. Food was decent, music was alright. I haven't danced in over three years... What the hell was I thinking? I was so bloody nervous I continually stepped over my own feet trying to be he way I use to be. There was a time I use to dance decently... even passibly. I swer to god, the only other thing that I could have possibly have done stupider that night was to have thrown up in front of my date. The more I think about it, the more I see just how idiotic I was. I suppose this is the part where I realize that maybe I'm berating myself too much and that maybe I should just stop over analyzing it all. But where the hell would I be without my over analyzing? It's gotten me this far... not that that means anything. All it means is that it's gotten me to the point of keeping me alive, and alone. Alas, all my interests of love or lust have simply turned into clients for listening to. More friends to add to the list of lost prospects. Story of my life eh? Well, no time to feel sorry for myself, I'm off to help one of those old prospects now. Sorry about keeping the entry short and sweet, but not to the point. I'll make it up later hun. Truly, -Captain B. Slipping Away.