So prom was friday and OH MY GRACIOUS I LOOKED LIKE A FREAKIN' PRINCESS I didn't win prom queen and i didn't dannce with my date very much and I was hot all night and it wasn't all that I thought it would be, but the look on Mr. Hampster's face when I came down the stairs, revealing my b-e-a-utiful dress with me in it (chessy movie moment, I know), just that one look made up for it. Maybe he had something in his eye, or he was just looking at me like that because he knew i wanted him to, but wow. That was enough in and of it self to make my night seem perfect, atleast it will in 5 years when I forget the crummy DJ, I forget dancing with everyone BUT MR. Hampster, and I forget all the lesbians freak dancing. Atleast I'll have that one moment where he saw me and his face lit up. Just that one moment to remember him when he's away at college meeting a million and one goregeous republican girls with blonde hair, money and IQ's of 80 or below (in order to be in the "Daddy's little rich girl" club.) When he's forgotten me for the sake of his siter and his schooolwork, I'll still have that one small still moment where I was beautiful and worthy and perfect in his eyes.

Too much drama. In 7 dys, Ii'll never have too see him (except for Sunday's) ever again.

So wow.

I'm not going to talk about how much I screwed up my own love life. I'm not going to talk about my stupid english paper due like the day after prom. I'm not going to talk about prom that's in 2 days. I'm not going to talk about stupid little Miss.I'm-your-ex-boyfriends-prom-date-and-that-makes-me-cool. I'm not going to tal about anything because there's nothing left to say. High school ends in 13 days and I have nothing left...