the dance is this saturday. my friends and i are goign to get 2 handles, some weed, and hopeeefully some cigarettes. ahh. possibly some rolls haha this saturday: sara: dammit, he didn't pick up me: try his house sara: he doens't have a house!! i want a sketchy ex-turned-dealer. no, i only have psycho exes. anyway, and then this seniors having a party friday, i want to go soo bad, except finding a place to go after I'm, uh, wasted is presenting a bit of a problem. in other news, 2 of my friends dropped x last night. i thought i was going to go nutso trying to keep up with their texts and marriage proposals.