Prom was okay. But, everything that could have gone wrong, did. (Jeremy looked really handsome. Not that he ever doesn't.) I feel bad because I still have his tie... Allison still has our clothes. And my money. Jeff still has my phone (hopefully). Sam still has my flower, I think... And I'm really sick. When I got home (at 5:15) my temp was 100. I went upstairs and my alarm was going off. Wow. I slept until like four in the afternoon. And I work at 12:30. And I have to walk. Eff. And my parents are pissed at me. Specifically, my mom. But I really don't care anymore. I still can't believe I'm graduating. I don't want to.