Last night, I looked like a goddess. I felt so gorgeous. I was wearing a purple, shimery A-line dress with spaghetti straps and a scarf to accent it. And boy was that dress short! Not slutty, bathing suit length short, but shorter than I'd worn before. My mom did my make-up and hair. It was SO pretty. I loved it. (I think she wanted to make Alan kick himself in the ass!)

     Speaking of Alan, he was a jerk. I got to the dance a little early and he was already there. He walks up to me and tells me that I'm not going to the dance on his ticket. That I don't deserve that and he already invited someone else to come in my stead. We talk to the ladies in charge and they take my side. They ask if I'd be alright in paying on Monday. I say yes and that's that. I walk off and don't say as much as a word to him the entire night. I had a good time for the majority of the night. I just had a hard time believing that the person I'd been with for several months could turn out to be this much of an asshole.

     Ok, that's all for now.

     Laurl/en