I wish I weren’t mad at Erika. I’d quite like to talk to her.
My acceptance to Geneseo came today. Tori didn’t get in.
I’ve found the prom dress I want.
I wish I had someone to take me to prom. I have this sudden and strange desire to go with Alex. He barely ever speaks, but he’s so sweet. Or I’d like to go with Chris, and we could have an anti-prom-prom-date.
These dreams are going to kill me one of these days.
