What's this? You people think that everytime you leave me a guestbook note reminding me what a horrible updater I am, I'll come crawling back to the entry box?

Well, then you're right. I'm a sucker for attention. I'm a big, huge attention whore, and damn proud of it.

The problem is, nothing happens in my life anymore. I mean NOTHING. I'm not angry, I'm not sad, there's nothing wrong, and thus, there's nothing to write about. It's a simple concept really. I'm just happy.

But it pains me a bit. To stare at the empty white box and nothing comes. To look at my last update and shudder at the date of it. I'm real sorry too, but I just have nothing. If you've read me for a while then, I'm real sorry to admit it, but I'm a different person. None of my entries were genius, but some of them were good if I do say so myself. But I'm worried that ... those just won't happen anymore. I've lost it.

If you want tidbits, I can give you tidbits. Saturday I bought prom earrings. Very beauteous earrings, and they match absolutely PERFECTLY with the bracelet I bought a couple of months ago. They have these pink pearls on them, and the pink is EXACTLY the same. If you've ever tried to match pinks, then you'll know what I'm talking about. Pain.

I bought them at the flea market when my dad took me. They were a little expensive though ... I mean, they cost a WHOLE DOLLAR for chrissakes.

That's right, one dollar. Un dollar. Uno dollare ... Can you tell I have no spanish SkIlLz?

I swear I'm gonna have the cheapest outfit at prom. I live in an upper-middle class private-schooled high-bred kind of environment, so so fine fabrics and probably diamonds will be present at my prom. And I will be there with my jewelry (which will probably cost all of 10$ altogether) and my cheap-ass vintage dress.

Of course, I'll be looking so fabulous no one will notice.

Monday was the first day that we were aloud to leave school during lunch period, so the boy and I went to make out in the park. Yes, we're icky and mushy and pathetic. I know, everyone tells me.

And we talked about our relationship. How I was worried that we might be going about it too fast. How I was worried that he had parted ways with his last girlfriends because they had disagreed on the speed of a relationship (first one was too slow, second one was too fast). He, sweet as ever, held me and comforted me and reassured me. I'm glad.

I mean, this is my first relationship, right? I never did the preteen romance, holding hands and kissing on the cheek and breaking up every two weeks ... I just don't want to jump into things too fast. I'm glad he understands.

Today over lunch we went to the park again, with the boy's friends. I sorta realized how his friends have started including me more. I'm part of the group, or sort of at least. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They are all a bunch of hilarious, immature, gaming fools, and they're all pretty cool. I watched them skip rocks and throw melting ice around ... it was fun. I had fun. During school hours. What am I saying?

Of course, since every silver cloud has to have a dark lining, I had to go ruin my day by giving myself a mild concussion. We played a game in gym class where you run around and tag people and try to steal objects from the other team ... quite childish and entertaining. Anyways, one of the objects of the game was to "free" your team from the bench when they got tagged. You did this by hitting the bench with your hand.

And I thought I was all heroic, running like a fool towards the bench to free my team. And free them I did, except the bench is right against the wall and ... yeah. I hit the goddamn wall head first. My head felt like lead for a minute or so, and I had my gym teacher in front of me asking me what my name was, where I was, how many fingers ... Oh, the embarrassement.

Now I have a headache. But it was still a pretty kick-ass day.

And at this present time I must go shower and watch "Judging Amy", which better be a new episode or else I might slaughter someone. I want to drool at David McLaren, goddamnit!