Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. I guess it all depends on how you look at it. So after Jon dumped me, a boy named Reid from Ojai sent me comments on myspace that cheered me up. We've been talking more. He's cool. We're gonna hang out sometime. Yesterday I was in a wonderful mood, until I got to Buena and had to face Skylar, got in trouble in band, and thought more about the break-up. The concert sucked. Nonstop homework sucked. The day sucked. I forgave Skylar when he wrote an apology note. Today I woke up, tired, not knowing what time it was. We went to school and english went by quickly. Biology did too. Lunch was boring. Sixth period was boring. I ditched seventh period. Called my mom & she asked why I was out so early: so I told her the truth. She didn't mind much. Just didn't want me to get in trouble. Went to the mall with Amanda and Tara but Tara left soon. I bought a shitload of stuff. My mom paid for most of it. Then Amanda and I had a sex talk with my mom sorta. Fun. We came home and went online. Then we went to the Underground. We like almost got raped by some navy guys. "Wanna go with us?" "You're 18. No? You're bullshitting me." Gus kissed me. Twice. It was pretty funny. To me. But I was called a slut. Oh well. Hmm...Amanda and I are watching Mary-Kate and Ashley movies. I'm talking to David online. He's funny. I want tomorrow to be fun.