Best and Worst

Saturday was smashing. Lots of food, and Dancing at the Barn Dance, and lots Pit playing, and RockBand at the B-pad. I was very happy. I Danced the first dance with Lauren Pharr, (Who is a steller dancing partner 'cause she doesn't take it seriously.), And the next two with Kiwifruits little brother. I had a very good time all in all. After that we drove to the bachelor pad and hung out being awesome.

When I got home I was still gloriously happy and barely slept at all that night.

Sunday was not so magical. I had a very dissapointing morning. Complete with awkward situations and subjects you wouldn't want to touch with a twelve foot poll. After my terrible experience I was suffiencetly distracted by the people around me that I didn't really get a chance to bemoan untill I got home. At home I felt very sad. "But really," I told myself, "Your blowing this way out of perportion and being rideculous as always."

I have nothing else to say but I think I've almost gotten over being sad. I haven't gotten over being happy though. :)

TaTa. for now.