Wow, today has been such a perfect day, and its not even four o'clock yet. It's been raining (and still is) all day, the clouds are a serene gray, the grass is vivid green, and my room is filled with the calming scent of spring freshness. Formal starts in about three hours, and I'm already in stage one of preparation: hair. Right now its air-drying, but when its done my mom is going to curl it and make it very Tyra Banks-ish. Stage two is makeup, which includes silvery-black liquid eyeliner, mascara, white sparkly eyeshadow, body glitter, and lip gloss. Stage three is ze dress, ze shoes, ze shawl, and ze purse.

Man, I can't WAIT! I'm gonna show up at school with my four-inch heels, sexy black dress, and ginormous boobs...them skinny blonde bitches ain't gonna know what him 'em. And neither is Nick. He's gonna catch a glimpse of me and be like "whoa...I should have asked her out a long time ago". Well, fuck you, Nick! You can suck my balls because if you have the cojones to just say "maybe" to my offer, then you aren't they guy I thought you were.

~ michelle