Jackie has already gotten me worrying about a date to the prom. She is hoping that she will start going out with this kid named Matt soon. Who knows how it will turn out. I personally think that he is kind of ugly, and crude, but if I get to know him better, I am sure that I will like him. The only thing that annoys me is that he is one of those kids who likes to smoke and drink and stuff. I know he won't last with Jackie for very long, even if they do hook up. Anyway, she is already thinking of people who are "worthy to go with me". I swear, I just don't think I am going to have a date. I can already tell from this far away. She keeps telling me to ask Michael, and that we would be so cute, blah blah blah...but in all truth, I don't want to ask someone. I want someone to ask ME. Because they want to. Not because they need a date, or I'm a last resort or something. I want someone to ask me to go because they like me, or want me to be their friend, or something. I can't just ask someone. It's so pushy...especially if you don't know if the other person likes you.
Someone signed my guestbook and told me that my diary was much like a PG 13 movie...^_^ I thought that was funny. I must admit my life is kind of mild, compared to other's out there. They're right too. No matter how bad things get, they always wind up my way. Simply because I'm cool like that.
Tomorrow is the pancake breakfast that is going to be cooked by the football players. Min had three tickets and wanted to give them to me, but I didn't want to go. The thought of the players cooking my breakfast leaves me with a queasy feeling. Imagine a bunch of burly guys with bad manners cooking your breakfast. Football players. Yuck. No Frankie flapjacks for me...*heh* I was grossing Jackie out with my descriptions of what they're going to do with her food. I hope she lives, because we have to go to a baseball game on Sunday morning, bright and early...