Dear Diary, Much to report! Yesterday was very good. At least, last night was very good. Morgan and I decided to hang out. We went and got ice cream, but she had to be home by ten. On our way to her house, we swung by Eric's. He decided that because Morgan had to go home, we should all go to Morgan's house and hang out and talk. It was really fun. We talked and looked at the stars and had a blast! Eric mentioned to me again something he wanted to tell me, but wasn't sure how I would take it. He had told me before that it had something to do with him, myself, and Loren. I told him what I thought it was (and I wasn't too far off), so he said he'd tell me eventually. But of course, I made him tell me while I took him back to his house. This is basically what he said: "On our group date, when you were with Loren, I had been thinking that you were a pretty cute girl. I thought that you were the kind of girl I could like someday. But then, when I saw you with Loren, I kind of gave up on that idea." Can I just say... AHHHH! I told him thanks for liking me for a second... and thanks for making me regret that night even more... I'm not mad at him, but... Grr. It never should have happened and now it's coming back to haunt me. Stupid Lisa! When we got to his house, I just said goodbye. He started to get out of the car, then stopped and asked me if I was going to give him a hug. I looked at him and then got out of the car (and inwardly rejoiced). It was an absolutely amazing hug... I don't know how to describe what I felt... he held me for a long time (well, like a minute) and I never wanted to leave. And that's when I knew. I don't just like this guy. I really REALLY like this guy. More than I've liked anyone in quite awhile... And I don't know if he likes me!!! Sigh! My friends keep saying that they think he does... But I'm not so sure. He's a great guy and I'm... just a girl. This morning I woke up, and my first thought was, "Eric hugged me last night!" My second was, "I'm going shopping today!" So naturally, I was VERY happy this morning. I bounced out of bed, got dressed, and ran downstairs... where my mother was waiting for me. She told me that she had some bad news for me. My car is dead. My Tracer, the beloved crap car that I drive everywhere, is permanently dead. The auto shop in Idaho couldn't figure out what's wrong, but whatever it is, it'll take over $1,000 to fix. My car is worth about $200, if that. So there is no way my parents will pay for the repairs. I am SO SAD! I won't have a car of my own for quite awhile. My parents want to get a new, nicer car for themselves, and when they finally do that, they'll give me their old car. But it's not the same. I really loved the Tracer! I will miss it... Goodbye, poor faithful car! Yes. That kind of made it a tragic morning. But I did go shopping! I was a little grumpy, still, but I went shopping. I went to seven stores and bought everything I could ever need for this coming school year. At least I can hope that's all I need, because I don't think my mom will want me to go shopping for a loooong time. I also got a haircut! It's... a little different. I'm not sure if I like it or not. I'll have to play with it tonight and see how cute I can make it. I think that concludes the report. Oh. Did I mention I like Eric? And someday... he will like me! ... maybe! Love, Lisa Ann P.S. Let's not tell Eric how much I like him, eh? Good plan!