List of things I have to do today: 1. Job folder which contains a resume, cover letters (????), application form), job description form and applicant and employer critique forms. Due Tomorrow. Haven't even started. 2. Read ch. 7 for interviewing and take the EEOC quiz. 3. Develop an idea and write an editorial and a column for Friday's paper. Due tomorrow. 4. Pay mom for car note. 5. Work out. 6. Order 3 months of Yaz. 7. Not want to kill myself. I really thought that would be a longer list... The 80s dance party on Saturday night was awesome... I drank an entire bottle of what turned out to be strawberry wine cooler but it was huge. Didn't get drunk. The party was basically over and Kelsie had found some whiskey for someone and I took a shot of that and finally had some results. After that the party was a good time... even though it turned out to be the high school party I never went to in high school. There were these twin girls who looked like Ally Sheedy (and not just becuz of their 80s wear) who were complete bitches. But it's okay, by that time I was kinda tipsy and trying to take care of Jessica's drunk ass. All in all, a good night. I had a really good, busy weekend. Wanted to go to the Midcounty Madness football game on Friday but for some reason didn't think it would be a big deal to get tickets at the gate. Well I do believe every resident of Ned. and PNG were there and I was so upset. I heard the PNG band playing in the background and I almost cried in the parking lot. I'm gayyyyyyyy. After that Austin and I went to Target and bought La Wig's bridal shower gift ------>"What's a co-lander?" Then we went to Tyler's and watched 28 Weeks Later which was fucking gory and pointless and so aggravating. Saturday was La Wig's shower and it was nice. She's so cute. And that night was the 80's dance party. I ended up staying the night at Kelsie's boyfriend's house in a coma-like state with Jess on a blow up mattress. lol Whataburger at 4 in the morning. Everyone in my life makes me happy: except Austin. Right now I want to shove a pen in my throat every time I think about him talking to girls, whether online or in person or on the phone or through fucking messages or anything. It makes me want to go to their house, set it on fire and then rip their fucking hair out. I'm going nuts and I'm trying to hide it........