Grrr I hate Janice Dickinson. Actually I don't. She's fucking PERFECT LOOKING MY GOD!!! So yeah. When I grow up I wanna be Janice Dickinson lol. I just watched this E! biography thingy on her and she's too good-looking. But then again most of her is fake...but still. Beetch. lol... But when I'm her age I wanna look like that. Aaaanyway..... I have to find something to wear to Ron's 50th birthday dinner in at the Seaside or whatever it's called. It's gonna be a black tie thing so I definitely have to look nice. Which isn't really a bad thing since I hardly ever have to do anything like this and I enjoy dressing up every once in a while. I'm far too competitive with this sort of thing...I'm already planning how I can show up and look way the hell better than either of his other daughters, whom I haven't even met. I'm sick, I know. But I have to look great. So we shall go shopping for a dress and things. And I need to cut my hair. And I want to get it done so the moisture in the air at the beach won't make it look all fucked-up. We don't want that, no.... Another thing. I may or may not bring a date. I talked to Caesre today about David. Caesre said that he's really intelligent and funny and tall? And anyway he seems to think he's really cool and he didn't even know that I knew him yet. So he's trying to set me up with him in a way that we would both be comfortable. He wants us both to go to see Rocky with him next Saturday, but with all the planning I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it. And the whole Virgin (at Rocky, silly) thing is kinda freaking me out. I'd rather not get humped by a bunch of strangers, thankyouverymuch. But anyway. If I get to know Dave in two weeks and he wants to go with me that'll only help make Ron's party better. For me at least. Hmm...oh. My dad. He....ugh. He owes me. I guess like two days ago or something he told my mom and Ron that I had told him that I've experimented with pot. Which I never have. In my life. Ever. And he said it like it was a fact or something. Like I told him but I never told my mom. Ha. Haha. Bastard.... So I've been wanting to talk to him about it and find out why the fuck he would say something like that but he took off on Saturday so I haven't been able to ask him. And it's been bothering me. I think my mom believed me when I told her that he was full of shit, but Ron doesn't know me so well and he acted like I wasn't telling the truth. He was like Well Sam I wouldn't think any less of you if you did...most teenagers do that sort of thing.... I was like Ron. Do you think I'm lying or something? Wtf..... Oh well. I'll make my dad pay. Hmm...what else happened..... Oh apparently Ron is gonna move in with us really soon. Which I guess is good and bad? Like I kinda like the fact that my mom is always gone. This way I can do whatever I want and not have her around to bitch at me. It's almost like I live alone and she lives with Ron. And obviously neither Steve or my dad live here. It's nice. But then I'm stuck here since I can't drive, yet. So now they'll be here all the time I suppose. It would be nice because Ron knows some really important people and they could help me a lot with my future, etc. Like they would come to our house and I would be able to interact with them more often than I do now. That would be cool. And this way also he is going to be working on our house a lot more. Like building a patio and landscaping, bringing his horses up here, etc. That will also be cool. It's kind of hard for him to do that now since he lives in the apartment across town. So yeah we'll see about that I guess...it'll be interesting... Ok I'm done for now. It's waaaaay too fucking hot in this house. Oh, the misery! I'm out.