Why does going to a fucking dance have to be so hard??? My parents are all freaking out. Well why? Because his brother is taking us and they don't know him. And then my dad yells and I cry and my mom and him get into a huge fight and I cry some more and I just wish they would get the fucking divorce already. but i'm not going to let it get to me until after the dance. I know I can't because it wouldn't be fair. I hope amanda doesn't ditch me. It's going to be so awkward with Kolya. Like really. Oh and my parents are going to interrogate him. But anyway, the awkwardness, I'm fine with like most guys. But he's so reserved and I don't know...it's just kinda weird. But on the bright side, I found out my mom got me THE shoes for Christmas. The ones from Famous Footwear. And then today I got these black and white pumps that I LOVE!!!! They have like comic strip stuff on them and they're so cool. And then I got shoes for the dance. And a cute purse for 8.50. And umm...she might get me those red ones...and I saw this purse I feel in love with. My weaknesses: Cds, purses (not like really expensive ones), CUTE SHOES!!!!!, and belts (but not so much anymore.) I love shoes. and today i found a whole bunch which fit me which is shocking because shoes never fit me. well. i guess i'll get ready? i have to do my own hair and shit because I mean, it's a dance. I'm not going to pay 50 dollars for my hair to be done. For prom, yes. For this? fuck no.