Alan's gone too far now. I'm not dealing with this shit any longer. I'm so sick of it I could puke. It's like he's punishing me for trying to break up with him. No, that's exactly what he's doing. And I won't take it any longer. He can play these games with another girl that's willing to deal with his shit.

     For the past two weeks since I broke up with him, he's been acting even more annoying and obnoxious than he was before I broke up with him. He's been a jerk. He's been cocky. Then today, we were chatting online and I asked him what time he was picking me up for the winter semi-formal dance. He says he didn't know he was picking me up because I didn't ask him to! It's a date to a dance and he thinks I was getting a ride there! Then I ask him, are you kidding? It's a dance and a date! He replies, "Well I know you like your independance, so I thought you were taking yourself." No, I''m not taking myself! And pulling the guilt trip humiliation won't work either.

     So I'm going by myself. He can just forget it. It' over. I'll probably have a better time without him anyway. I can have fun with my friends without him hanging on me all the time. If he wants a pet he can play with, he can date one of those ditsy cheerleaders. I'm sure they'd be more than willing.

     It's not like these past two weeks haven't been stressful enough for my whole family without his crap. Steph's mom, Nita, died on the 4th, the evening after my last entry. Rombus media was here this Monday through Wednesday. Thursday was our band concert. (Which was incredible btw.) I have exams to study for next week and I'm still working to save to go to France. I don't need to deal with unneeded stress on top of it all.

     Okay. I've had my rant. I'm better now. I'll write later and tell how the dance went. Cya.

     Laurl/en