You know, a few months ago, I would be ready to smash my head with a hammer at this point.
No date for prom. Jerry hates me. So much for friends.
I was s'posed to see a movie with Pudding, but he never showed.
Coty and I are going to have a picnic on Sunday. It should be great fun.
Pretty much everyone ignored me. [Quite a good thing they did, too] I desperately needed a hug, and it was quite lovely to see a sodden Shane walking towards me after 8th period.
During lunch, I escaped to the bathroom to cry and make a phone call to Florida, but there wasn't any service.
Shucks. I even wore my favorite underwear today, too.