Considering the day started out as a two or one, and progressed like that until lunchtime, today was good. At lunch, people talked to me. He talked to me. We all talked like the old friends we truly were. I liked it.

Today was 50’s day, when I was told it was told a week earlier by my teacher that it was 50’s and 60’s day, when it really was just 50’s. I made big ass bellbottom pants and sewed hippie patches all over them. They were cute. I made a small (these were for adults) and thought that they were going to be just fine if not a little tight.

They were huge. We’re not talking a little big is the butt, but I could put both my legs into one and the waist was so huge I had to use an old shoelace to keep them up (not to mention the top was up to my tits!). I was embarrassed about that, then he promised to make me a hemp necklace, but ya know, he didn’t. My shirt was fine, but my arms are kind of…large let me just say. Not to mention I looked nothing like a hippie. I looked so stupid.

Princess Meri looked great…as usual. She was a beatnik, dressed in all black with a little black beret. I must admit that it pissed me off that I looked like such a freak when Princess Meri was just so cute. I saw her walking down the hall with him and holding his arm and I just about had a seizure. Okay, maybe not a seizure, but the bottom dropped out of my stomach, and I had trouble breathing and I began to hear my own heartbeat, and voices. His voice, Princess Meri’s voice, Ariana’s voice, Kendall’s voice. Things that they actually had said to me.

He looked great too. He dressed in all leather, got rid of his regular glasses and had sunglasses. I had no ass in my pants, but he had...well, a nice ass. I never knew that I thought greasers were hot until today. It was hot, as long as the hair that was slicked back wasn’t puffy like on Grease.

The actual party was a lot of fun. Kendall was being stalked by that guy who has been following her. Trent, a friend of mine, asked me for my number and we danced for two songs. I stopped worrying about everything. Me and him actually hung out. We sat together, we talked, it was great. I still wished that I would have been able to ask him to dance. I wish that he would have accepted if I would have asked.

Okay! Fine! Today was good! Other than my outfit, life was good! I know how to love so I’m good with it!