It's about damn time
Thank JESUS the drama in my life has finally come to an end. I seriously don't care who does or doesn't want to be my friend. There are only 6 billion people in the world; I think I'll be fine. Formal was last night, and it was sooooo much fun. I was set up by Laura Millard with a boy from GA State named Blake Samples. He was an excellent date- interesting, funny, flattering, a perfect gentleman, a good dancer, and not at all bad on the eyes. Not to mention he was understanding of the fact that I had to take care of Laura in her moment of need. I feel much less guilty about her taking care of me Wednesday night now that I carried two vomit-filled water glasses down to the bathroom and walked "around the corner" (translation: like 4 blocks) in my high heels in the rain to the BP to get her excedrin. The whole night was completely drama-less (aside from the Laura thing, but that wasn't really drama persay) and was spent laughing at Blake and Michael's (Laura's date) antics. Not to mention I got to eat Waffle House and Gumby's in the same 24 hours. How much better can it get?