Last night was a catastrophe, and if it could of ended on a worse note that it did, I might of broken down and cried. I'm glad John at least talked to me while we were there, and didn't just throw himself in front a car like he threatened once or twice. I don't know, it all just reminded me of Laguna Beach, or something off of MTV. It was just a bad night. At Thomas's house it was fun, I watched movies, and John totally got almost naked, which was ever so hot. We went out walking to get pancakes, but we wouldn't of made it so we came back, to find they had pancakes at the house. I drove in the rain. It was very relaxing, and not as horrible as I thought. I think I am going to do it to relieve stress and what not when I get my license, and if gas prices ever go down. Tap the pocketbook. Love.