Today was an okay day. My dad and I got into a horrible fight that lasted the whole afternoon. He called me a bitch three times within the span of about 20 minutes. Thanks, Dad. Now I'm at Donna's and we just ate some pizza and watched "50 First Dates" (which is a very sweet movie). It was and still is kinda weird between Dan and I. I shouldn't have expected to jump right back into the friendship like nothing happened. But he is still the same old Dan except that he's a lot more mature now. And I'm an afterthought like usual. Nothing ever changes no matter what I do but being back at this house reminds me of really great times and I think that this could be really good for me. This paragraph wouldn't make a whole lotta sense to most people but it does to me. Anyway, tomorrow=another day with family. Yipee. Hopefully, I feel better. Sidenote: This is a picture on this computer. I guess Dan likes Broncos...