Okay... I'm really confused... Like, really confused. When Erik and Craig came to the dance last night, it was so bad! I saw how many people were there, and inside my head, all I could see was a picture of Felix the cat with my face, and my jaw dropping to my knees. It was that bad. There had to have been no more than 12 people, and 4 of them were little girls. The other 8 were about an equal mix of Missa and people I knew, and her parents and the people running the dance. So, my car brought three, and now there were no more than 15, of which there was included in this melting pot: Missa, Charlene, Aimee, Greg (from smithfield), Me, Craig, Erik, and later, about an hour later, Mike and Corey. Let's just say that it surprised me in the amount of fun that you could have with that few of people. I went bush-hopping, and made some kid lose his shoe for about an hour... Let's jsut say that I don't think he was too happy with me.

Then we all went to my house, and there's where it got confusing. Craig and Missa I can understand, but jeez! Why was my brother getting beat up by Erik the whole night for beating on me? Granted, i can play the damsel in Distress role to a "T", but even so... That worked better than I thought it would!! *mischievous little grin* Actually, it felt really good to not have to defend myself against flying pillows, and shoes and whatever else he was throwing in my direction. Having guy frineds can really be a big Plus. *grins* Especially guys with very strong muscles who can beat the crap out of your little brother, and other tormentors... CRAIG!!! Luv ya Erik!

Yuck... I need to jsut shave my head this morning. That hair spray ruined my poor, poor hair... *cries* I hate using hairspray! And Craig's still got my skirt, while I have his PJ pants. I really would ahve given them back... I jsut forgot. Sorry, man... I didn't mean it...

Yay! I get to go out to haunted houses tonight! Yee-haw! My mummy said she could prolly loan me money so long as I paid her back with my next paycheck... I'm excited! But... my feet at cold. Time to get my blue fuzzy slippers... *pad pad pad upthe stairway, creep down the hall... into my closet, thrid shelf up, and... back!* Yay... Now I'm not so cold! whoop! hehe

Okies... talk later. Bye byes!