Dear Diary, Not the greatest of Saturdays. My life is kinda like that right now. Not horrible, but not that great, either. Just kind of blah... I hate, hate, hate this broken toe deal. I'm walking now, but it aches and I look so stupid. Limping is SO ungraceful. This toe is not helping my self-esteem at all. By the way, between my mom and guys and my very few friends and my uncaring siblings and my unthinness and and my not accomplishing much in life and my stupidness in thoughts, actions, and looks--i've decided my self-esteem is quite low. I hate myself sometimes. A lot of times. But that's not what I was going to talk about. What was I going to talk about? Oh yes. I've decided I'm done with stake dances. I haven't had fun at one in months, so I think I'm giving up. They're just depressing once you're 16 with no guy friends and few girlfriends. Anyway. I'm kinda bummed tonight. But tomorrow is Easter! And that means chocolate... yum... Of course, It also means trying to get dressed up and cute when I've got this (excuse the pun) lame foot. Not only is it hard, but no matter what I do I'm gonna end up looking like a dork with this ugly shoe and stupid limp. Sigh. I need a hug... But even if it weren't two in the morning, I doubt I could get one... Love, Lisa Ann