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[vondutchdoll]

Our parents have been trying to get Luke and I to date since the first day of kindergarten. I never went for it because even then, it was obvious that he was an ass and a half. You know the little brat who would call you mean names and throw plasticine at you in class and then trip you infront of everyone during recess? Yep, that was Luke. Turned into a tall, handsome guy.. trust fund almost as big as his ego. I think the only reason that he has remained interested in me is because i'm the only girl who has ever said no, and stood by it. Tonight I decided to go out with him instead of laying around the house missing someone who probably wasn't even thinking about me. He picked me up in his 2004 Porsche Cayenne around 8:30pm. My brother and his friends were impressed. We went downtown and he took me shopping. I think I tried on half of the store for him. Two and a half hours later, the bill came to just under $800.00... he put it on his Visa. Around 11:00 he took me for some Italian. We sat by the window and he ordered things that I couldn't even try to pronounce. It was my first time having calamari. He taught me how to say "fuck" in Italian. I don't know why. He gave the bus boy a hard time for fun, being his usual asshole self. I kicked him under the table so that he'd say sorry and then he tipped the waitress $143.00. I'm still not impressed. Around 1:30am he decided to take me to his 3 different offices in the city. He's a fashion designer. The first place was full of one-of-a-kind outfits and accessories. I spent an hour trying things on and picking out what I wanted and then we went to his other two offices. I saw some of the clothes that Britney Spears wore in her last couple of videos and other junk like that. He gave me runway mix CD's and a white CRIMINAL belt that I was eying. I asked him to take me home and now here I am. He tried to kiss me goodnight and I pulled away. I felt sick when he tried to hold my hand and walk down the street with his arm around me. I felt like a drone the whole time. I can't believe he even wants to see me again tomorrow.. I completely ignored him, refused to make eye contact and I barely spoke. The idea of today was to get my mind off of Bryan, but it didn't work. I thought of him the whole time. I don't want a jerky jock in a Porsche ordering my dinner for me and spending a grand a day on me.. I'm not like my friends.. I don't care about money. Why is that so hard for them and my family to understand?

I was bored a few days ago and took random pictures of junk in my room. Here's a shot of my bed. I couldn't get the whole thing in the picture, that's not even half of it, but you get the idea.


Close up of my bunny blanket. It's nice and warm.


I think my bedside lamps are so cute.


Hah, yeah.


Peek inside the underwear drawer.


And again.


I have the cutest wallet ever.


My hairbrush was being all cool and hanging off the edge.


There are tons more but I just got bored with all of this, so maybe next time.

A hug would be nice right about now.