As I sit and iron my hair while keeping an eye on "The Wedding Planner", I'm mulling. Yes ladies and gentlemen. Mulling. Over what, I'm not sure. Things have occurred in such little time, I can't even imagine where to begin.

~Well, I'm employed now. I work at the Park Place Hotel as a banquet server, dressed all in black and giving overweight upper-middle class men their meals.

~I'm not longer single. After hurting not only one, but two (Okay, so I haven't told Darryl yet) very worthy and kind guys hearts, I am now going out with Xavier Attee. I've....waited for a very long time for this. I never imagined it would happen. Doesn't seem real. Why would he chose me? There are.... so many girls- women out there who would fawn over him. Then again, I'm not sure there's another girl who would fawn over him like I would.

~Senior pictures are on Monday, and I still have no idea what to wear, after a good two weeks of deliberation.

~Gained some more weight. Isn't it supposed to go down when you come home?

~I have insomnia. I can't sleep.

~I went to the cemetary with Megan Harrigan and looked around for a while. I'm considering dressing in all black like I have the reason to go there and grieve. I'll even pack a picnic lunch.

~I've been calling Ariana. I haven't gotten any responses.

Not exactly the World News...