sincerely me , secrets in pink letters

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'The First Day'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Could I be any more pathetic?! I'm actually intending on writing in a diary this year? God forbid - next thing I know I'll be making little self help books. Why am I writing here? Man, I don't know. I haven't seen Bridget, Alexandra or Daphne lately, so no one to rant to. Over summer my parents threw another fastball at me, arranged marraige. It's kind of funny, because they know I'd never do it, but they'd like to think that it'd piss me off. Well, it does. Besides that, I can take out my anger in different ways, I've been learning recently. As for example, tennis. After our lessons today, I went to the courts, and I swear, it had only been a couple of minutes & several people had appeared. Well, I was expecting Bridget & Daphne, I had invited them after all. Jem, the shy cute guy, was just asking about some shacks, hell if I know what that is & then another girl came over. I don't know why I have to tell you this, it's not important. Later on, I'm heading over to the Mixer. Time to drink up & make sure to avoid staying sober!

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'Night of Mixer'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
I went swimming tonight & now I'm swimming in my bed! Woooooo! Hehe, some girls on my floor have an ugly noses.. one time I saw a guy on tv punch someone else & his nose turned into a.. oh my god! Hahahah you will never guess -


[& then she fell asleep xD]

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'The Morning After[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
My throat is dry. I woke up with soaking clothes that were half on. I want water, really bad. Last night was fun, but the after effect. It's killing me. My head is the size & weight of a bowling ball, and I'm pretty sure I've vomitted somewhere. Mr. Phillman's AP English starts in 30 minutes. Hell no - I'm not going. I need music. Elliot Smith. The Shins. Something to ease these brain waves. Off to the Compact Disk, later. Sorry for the drunk entry earlier. Who writes in diaries when they're in that state of mind? Apparently I do.

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'The Eve of Bridget's Birthday'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Hahaha, I just read what I wrote above. Now really, am I just plain stupid? Who writes in their diary in both of those states of mind. Maybe this thing is growing onto me. That day went pretty well actually. I did eventually make my way over to the Compact Disk, and ran into a bunch of people, but particularly Ashley, whom spilled some dirty little secrets. After I purchased what I needed, I drove back onto campus and sat in the courtyard. I met an interesting guy, Scottie, although he didn't sound like the type I would hang around. But hey, I was hung over & I needed some conversation, so I shouldn't be complaining. The day was going smoothly till I had to report to Mr. Phillman. He's such a fag. So, it's almost midnight and I make my way over to the library to do the stupid English AP assignment when I see Jessica and Oscar. I know, I'm just rolling the sixes on the dice, now aren't I? Argh. So yeah, Jessica was being a bitch, as always, and I plan to seriously get her reputation killed. She doesn't stand a chance. Then there's Oscar. I don't know how to explain Oscar, exactly. He sort of is a joke man, squirmish and all around sarcastic. Arrogant - some of the times, but I did learn he is French. Now there's a plus. But then when I left the library I felt this weird thing in my stomach. NO - It can't be butterflies. How awkward. It was probably the dressing from the salad I ate for dinner. Yeah.. that's it. So now, I have to skip my best friend's birthday for a wedding in San Fransisco. Haha, my parents first time in California. Well, this should be memorable. Happy Birthday my lovely Bridget!

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'And She's Back'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Well, I'm back. Yes, I'm not that apathetic to bring this diary on the road, which I didn't. Let me tell you how it went, since I'm obviously supposed to vent some feelings in here & there were definitley some at the wedding. I think. I drove to Northern California, which was somewhat of a road trip, seeing as how I have no sense of direction and I got lost several times and met several fugly gas station employees who liked to look at either my butt or my boobs. Sometimes both. Not that I was at a boiling point, which I should of been because they were actually wearing shirts from a KMart, sometimes even Kohls. Yes, it was excruciating. I finally made it to the Ritz Carlton, which definitley made up for the gas station fugly ducklings, with it's 12.5 million dollar renovations. I just wanted to hug it. The wedding was anything less than perfect. It was utterly boring. I didn't know this couple, and not to mention that she was wearing last season's Chanel. I wanted to slap her in the face. Besides, she had love handles. My parents were fake, as usual and then my mother pulled me aside to dance with Monsieur French Face. I did, reluctantly, and he reminded me of the fugly duckling gas stationeer, because his hands wouldn't leave my ass. Further to say, I avoided the whole thing and found some rich band that was staying in the penthouse & partied with them. My parents didn't even notice I left, and didn't notice I had a hickey on my neck and shoulders. It was successful, but I need to remember to give Bridget's gift immidiatley. It's good to be back.

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'The Longest Day'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
I'm - so - tired. How brilliant, I had to set up meetings for the newspaper on Mondays & Fridays, days where I'm bound to be out of it. Currently, it is around eight o'clock as I sit in my dorm & I'm seeing quite a lot of bright lights. I'm so tired, so I'll make this quick. The day started at five in the morning for the meeting & then later on I just went about my day finally ending at the mall. No - not alone, I called along Bridget, thank God. I gave her her present along with buying several shoes & outfits. It cheered me up a little, but driving home was a blur & now all I want to do is settle in my Victoria's Secret & sleep in these satin bed covers. Good night.
Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

September 2006
'Boring Days Prepare You For Great Ones, Until Jerks From Princeton Ruin It'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Everything was going so well, you know? I was actually taking my time last Saturday to do homework! I need Jason to knock some sense into me, or something. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm excited for Homecoming. It must have given me a brain tumor or something. So, after that whole boring weekend had ended, I went to Temptation's on Monday to get prepped up for the dance. I hung out with Kylie, and I have to admit, it was nice. She isn't someone I truly expected myself to get my toenails painted with, but who knew?! The night I made sure my Vera Wang dress was still ready for me, and my mother assured me that their assistants would send it to the school around Friday. I don't always trust my mother exactly, but I don't exactly have a choice, do I? Besides, there's always Oscar de la Renta. Argh - don't you hate it when guys totally blow you off? Alright, so there is this guy I met at that penthouse party at the Ritz in Northern California. He told me he goes to Princeton, and sooner or later, some drunk talk I think, he assured me that he really wanted to take me to my school's homecoming. Despite that I could barely see ten feet ahead of me, I remembered the next day, as we texted eachother the whole week after the arrival at San Fransisco. For the past couple of days though, I tried to get a hold of him. No answer. So, you know what that bastard does? He has his roommate call me and tell me that he's busy and can't go. Not only do I feel utterly stupid, humiliated & lame, but like a total idiot! I can't write this anymore, it's too much for myself to even read. Wait, shit, my dorm room phone is calling...

Damn it! Not again! Mr. Phillman wants me to go to the Main Offices. You've got to be kidding me. I swear, he's yelled at me several times this week. Alright, well, sadly this is where I'll end it. Wish me luck with Mr. Fag-Alot.

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

November 2006
'Where'd You Go?'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
I haven't written in this old, ratty thing for a while. Well, let's see. I'm going to flip back to see my last entry.. oh yes. Wow. It's been two months. Amazing. Well, you wouldn't believe it, but when I left to go to the Main Offices, I happened to run into Lyon. Oscar Lyon. And, honestly, I don't remember how it happened [no, I wasn't high], but by the end of the ten minutes being there, he became my Homecoming date. Keep in mind that jackass Princeton blew me off. Whatever. His loss, right? So, Homecoming was.. well I guess that's when all the trouble started. I admit, I did some bad things. I blew Oscar off and pretty much ditched him the whole night to hang out with Chad, Tad and Nate. Mah water polo beauties. Oscar was pretty mad, I think. He flirted with the little blonde prep, Nikki, and - I really don't know what came over me. But, oh god. I kissed him. I kissed Oscar Lyon without being drunk. And the weirdest part, was that I liked it. After that I laid low. I went to a 'Trio' sleepover with my loves; Bridget & Daphne. Not to mention I met a transfer student at the Pier. The irony I keep getting when I meet people outside of school and they just so happen to go to Valkyrie.. it's amusing. Haha. Oh yes and Jason is fine, blah blah blah. I need to catch up with that lazy son of a bitch. I wouldn't be surprised if he was getting drunk right now with three girls. Psshh. Now last month, at Halloween, I made a big mistake. I got wasted. I smoked a little too much. And I was wrapping people in my 'lasso of truth' at the party. I hurt a lot of people. But not only that, but someone, I don't even remember. I just remember getting hit on the head, being dragged to the beach, and feeling punches. But then, it was like heaven bells, Oscar saved me. And I know, Lyon isn't exactly hero type. But he scared the people away. And he carried me to safety. I didn't remember this. Some sophomore had to tell me this, because she was watching from a distance after having gone skinny dipping. Which is off the subject. Anyways, it's weird, because after that I can't get my mind off him. Whenever he's in a crowd, he stands out the most. And I've told myself this before. I can't have feelings for Lyon. I can't. Right? I know it's not against the law or anything, but it's Oscar?! Not to mention all this confused feelings for this.. boy.. but drugs. I'm stopping them once and for all. Since sophomore year and until last month I've taken advantage of them. And, hell, they never made me any cooler. Nothing more superior. Maybe a little crazier. Maybe sexier. But nothing more. So, I'm stopping. Here's a count of how many days I've stayed off them...

|||| |||| |||

Thirteen days. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

November 2006
'What Happens In Vegas'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
If you're wondering at all where the title came from, it came from my recent trip with the school to Las Vegas. It was, well, I'm not sure really how to explain it. Some parts are kind of blurry, and some are too clear for me to even fathom it. The bus ride over was simple, sweet and slightly diseased. Seriously, the bus and the gas station we stopped at looked like it carried every since germ known to man. I wanted to throw up. I wasn't alone. When we arrived at the hotel, we were accompanied by this guy.. Alex? Alec? I just called him Italiano. He had the work & the accent going on. Anyways, after we were all getting ready, who should step upon our grace but two guys. Jason and Riley. Jason was already drugged up and trying to get rid of the alcohol in his system. But, I surged the perfect opportunity to hook up with Riley Turner.

Tangerine was gorgeous! I couldn't picture or explain it any better than it really was. But who should ruin my fun than Oscar Lyon. It wasn't worse enough that he was actually there, but then he started talking to Haley Summers, and it looked like they were have a jolly of a good time. So, me being me, I pretty much got what I wanted with Riley. Or, I think. Everything was really blurry during those rage blackout parts of the night. But, I remember that for some reason, I was in Oscar's room. And, god, it's all clearer to me now. I like Oscar Lyon. I won't deny it anymore, god, I really can't. No one can know, and no one does. Only Daphne. Whom comforted me after MAKING OUT WITH MY BROTHER. I feel so bad for her. Jason seemed pretty happy about it. Then, I just remember after I told Daphne that I woke up with my head on her shoulder and a huge cinch in my neck.

And that was only the first night.

But the worst part about that night, and Vegas all together AND the reason why I came to Daphne for comfort, was because Oscar Lyon rejec.. rejected replaced for something or someone else. Probably Haley Summers. I don't really know how I feel now. No one can know about this, and I still can't believe I told Daphne. I can trust her, sure, but it's Oscar. Oscar Lyon. ARGH. So anyways, the rest of the trip was filled with me showing off Riley, mostly in front of Lyon. Maybe that'd teach him a lesson. And Haley. I know that usually, I should just keep my poise and composition at times like these, but right now, this boy is messing with my head, AGAIN. The bus ride home was pretty peaceful, and when me and Jason got home, well that's when some interesting things happened.

1) I threatened to make Jason make a photo album and he ended up spitting water on my jeans.
2) Our parents came home and were in an exceptional good mood. They have us the iPhones that aren't supposed to come out until June. Nice.
3) I unpacked and found out I left one of my black pumps at the hotel. I almost cried.
4) I watched 'The Valley' & found that I was in the same plot line as April.
& finally, number 5), wait for it, wait for it..

I fucking cried about Oscar Lyon.
Pathetic.

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

November 2006
'S T R E S S'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Shoot me now, with a pink glitter glue gun. But wait until I post this amazing picture of Brown University inside. If this damn glue gun will finally work - ah! It's really hot glue. Scratch that, I think a normal gun would be less painful. But anyways, with my terrible gluing abilities, here is Brown.. lovely Brown..

Above, is truly, my inspiration for my worry wrinkles. Why could I possibly even have worry wrinkles when I get my face steamed, pores opened and steamed again every week at Temptations and my own house? I'm doing a little bit too much. When I was a sophomore and freshman, I was only doing tennis and the Magazine. But even then I was only a blip on the radar. Besides, well, being myself. But now, well I think I'm crossing insanity. So, where to begin? The reason I'm going a little bit, crazy, and positively stressed, is because I'm captain of tennis, editor of Valkyrie weekly, building a damn play that Jason actually 'auditioned' for, (I'd pay my life savings to see it), Cotillion, and now I'm running for Student Body Council. Woohoo? Sure. Here's my sticker I've been handing out. Join the Anne Campaign. I know, the idea is to be short and sweet, while being modest. Why am I being modest? Well some art freak said I was too conceited, and I needed her vote, so I changed the sticker a bit. Here it is.

Okay, I'm done with pictures. But don't you just looove the little American hat next to me? It's a gift from a Senator my mother met a while back, and he supports me all the way. Too bad he couldn't vote, he would of counted double I bet. So, let's see where I left off. Okay, well since then I haven't talked to Oscar at all. You see, as I sit here on my king size purple bed, staring at the Saab blanket I bought at a disgusting gas station that I am about to burn, I can't help but think about Jason. And Daphne. Something odd happened, because since then, he's been acting weird. He hung out with Amanda AND Daphne in the same day, doing God knows what. No wonder.

Nothing much other than that. Oh! I did buy some hammers and drills for the play. They're in a cute purple and pink toolbox with my name on it. If anything, I might as well make a statement while I'm there. The Magazine Meeting is tomorrow morning, like at 5 fucking A.M. And I'm still writing my Student Council speech! Not to mention tests on almost everything. Finals are coming up and I plan to do well. So, that's where I'll leave you. Good night.


Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

December 2006
'It's Only Begun'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Alright, so I have no life. I realize that for right now. As I sit here in my room, I really should be attending a party, which I can hear is being held down the street. But no, instead, I got the urge to write in this, mainly because I've had no one else to really talk to. So I thought that November was the worst month? Well, maybe it was, but December is only half way through and so much has happened already. God, I can't get over how pathetic I am for writing in a diary. I need yogalaties. No. Too sensual. I need a drink. Hold on...

Alright, so now that I'm more comfortable with my martini that my parents couldn't give a shit if I drank, I'll try and explain what has been going on, even though I can barely understand it myself. So, the newspaper was around the end of November, and I saw Jessica Summitt's true colors. She does not want me editor. Well, bitch, wait till next year. So, yeah, Oscar Lyon, lucky me, was there. He explained that he really DID like me in Las Vegas. And that he made a mistake. So.. I thought that Haley had rejected him and I walked out. Later that day, Daphne texted me in class mentioning how she needed to talk. I just figured that her mind was set on Josh Stewart or something, but, argh, I was sooo wrong. Instead, I found out that my ASSHOLE of a brother almost.. ra.. rap.. raped her. I mean, I know that Jason is a jerk. I've known that my whole life. But to sink to that level? I still haven't talked to him in a full confrontation, because I just don't know what to say.. but I know I should soon. I HATE him right now. He makes me want to just tear him apart! Send the whole fucking water polo boys on him. He's a scrawny ass, he wouldn't live! Yeah! That's what I'll do! Oooh he's sooo dead.

And even after hearing that, my day got even more interesting. So I'm walking into my regular math class, and guess who is the substitute? Some fugly old man who wears tacky brown pants and a pee yellow shirt? Nope. Zack Holtz. My ex boyfriend some the summer. So random, I know! So, I ask him what the hell he was doing there, and he says that he is a student teacher at Valkyrie now. I mean, whatever, it's not a bad thing.. but it's just weird, I mean, I've not only kissed one student teacher already, but two. Well, it's not against the rules for us Valkyrie kids, so atleast it won't hurt my record for Brown.

Cotillion started, and, kind of weird actually, Luke asked me. Yeah, Luke Summitt, as in Amanda's brother. It was random, sure, but he's a friend of mine, and I needed a good jock to go with. So, dress rehearsals were a little tense with Kelsey. What shocked me the most was that Kelsey was there with.. wait for it.. OSCAR?! I know! I mean, that's just the queen and king of random couples for cotillion. So, yeah, then dance rehearsals.. it was an off day, I'll give it that. Oh! But before I get to that, I should probably mention something that happened even before that..

So, Garrett, he's my cousin from Greece. The Lévesque family extends throughout the world, because seriously, how else would we get into those art galleries and make our fortune? Well, he mentioned that he was coming to Valkyrie to watch Jason.. I know, he could try, but Jason is two years older than Garrett, so uhm - good luck with that one. Well anyways, it was actually kind of weird.. we pick Garrett up and Daphne and him automatically hit it off. I know that Daphne and Garrett would be really cute, and she needs a nice guy if anything, but I'm just trying to help her reputation here. Garrett is kind of dorky, and unless she wanted to make him cooler, which is SO 'Drive Me Crazy'. He was also talking about liking Amanda Summitt, but I honestly don't see any of these relationships working. It's just weird.

What's also really sad.. well, some Valkyrie students got in a car crash, fucking drunk driving. Why doesn't that surprise me? Well, Daphne's cousin died.. and my ex boyfriend Chase is, well, let's say not exactly awake. This happened around the time of when cotillion started, and it was just, well surreal. I mean, I know everyone was alright, except for.. well.. those two. It's so sad - I don't know how to express my emotions through writing, I just don't do that stuff. But, well.. it's just creepy. That could've been any of us...

So anyways, back onto dance rehearsals.. well, everything was going well, and okay, maybe I was looking at Kelsey and Oscar a bit, but how could I not be curious?! I mean.. hah.. it's hilarious to look at.. right? Okay, so maybe I was a tad jealous, but whatever. That's not important. Well, after we practiced, I just had to get some air, so I go out to the balcony.. and Oscar follows me there. I really wanted him there, but at the same time I didn't. He went out on a full on speech, and I really don't remember all of it, but all I know is that it took over my common sense and I kissed him. Telling him I felt the same way. Error? Uhm, hell-OH?! Luke and Kelsey saw! So I swore them to secrecy. So now it's been that way for a while.. under keeps if you know what I mean.. the play has been significantly boring, to be quite honest. Some stupid, mean, emo senior kicked my pink toolbox and I threatened her so I was sent to the office. Suuuper. How much do you want to bet Mr. Phillman is behind it?

Another surprising event.. something that doesn't sound right and sure, I'm going to support her.. but it's just so.. off. Ashley and Reed, yes, Reed Turner, got married in Las Vegas! She told me in November, but I guess I forgot to write it down. I know, I was in total shock too, I mean really, settling down now?! We're in the prime state in our lives. Apparently they love each other, but I noticed them at the basketball game, and, well, they weren't acting like newly weds. I'm kind of worried, but I'm sure Ash will fill me in soon.

Oh yes, and some quick updates before I leave to.. well you'd never guess it, but to the cemetery. Shut up, I know that's just way weird, and believe me, I never do this stuff, but it's dare night, and Oscar compelled me to do it. You know what we have to do? Stand in a grave! Like hell am I going to do that. Oh, and I think I may wear my new Betsey Johnson skirt. It may be cold, but better fashionable then warm and tacky. Ah, and all that stress paid off, because I am now, officially, school president. Thank God. I would've convinced them anyways if I wasn't. Sooo, I think that wraps it up. I've gotta go. Can't keep the dead waiting, or Oscar!

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

December 2006
'Preparation'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
I'm going to do it. I swear by anything that is sunny on this chilly, but spotless day, I'm going to tell of Jason once and for all. I saw him at Cotillion, feeling up an older woman than prancing around with Brianna - and I know this is what he does. He just simply goes around from woman to woman like it's no big issue. But I've had it. I can't stand to even be home when he's around. Bad fucking energy. I think I'm going to tell him off this weekend. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. I don't fucking care if his birthday is this weekend - let me ruin it. He deserves it!

As for school, well break has started, thank God. Two weeks of utter freedom! And the Holidays. Eh - I could care less about those. Unlike Ashley or Garrett, Christmas just only puts pressure on people to be happy. And sure, some people are naturally happy around this time of year, but it gets annoying after a while. Giselle is in a better mood though, always making turkeys, Christmas cookies and treats constantly. However, if I heard 'Baby Please Come Home' by U2 one more time, pounding from the maid's quarters, I may come stab her in her sleep. Nah, I'll save that for Jason. Hold on, I'm getting a text... from James Costello? Hold on..

WOAH! Okay, so let me frame this up a bit. James and I were really good friends, but last year he moved away to gross Florida. Ew. The humidity apparently damages your hair follicles for, like, an eternity. Anyways, I haven't talked to him in forever, and he's back! He's moving in on Sunday! That just totally cheered me up. Alright, well Garrett wants some help with ribbon tying, and I guess on this Friday afternoon I have seriously nothing to do. Oh, and if you're wondering about Cotillion, it went fine. No troubles. But I rushed out of there quickly so no one would ask questions about why I was with Oscar and not Luke. I need to figure that all out soon. Alright, Garrett is antsy now. We can't let the little wittle Greek held up from Christmas joy!

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

Janurary 2007
'And Exhale'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
Christmas is over, yadda yadda yadda. Was never my favorite holiday anyways. However, my plans during the winter break didn't go according to plan - but in a twisted irony, it sort of did. Beginning at the Trio Event we began, strip trivia, it was going well.. until guess whom goes through my door but BELLA. Recently, we'd replaced her with Bailey because Bella left us for England and didn't say a word about it. To say the least, I was still angry, but more over, shocked. It didn't compute in my mind what to do, so I cold shouldered her. Whatever, she got over it quickly. Then whom should go bursting through the door but Jason. As mentioned in my last entry, I wanted him to know how I felt.. how angry I was to him.. so.. I did.

I haven't seen him since, and I feel so relieved. Rumor has it that after our embarrassingly loud blow out that destroyed the party and forced me to get drunk in my room with the four part Trio, Jason was off swaddling away with Amanda. Yeah, Amanda Summitt. Good riddance - she ruined my party too. The other two events were quiet - for the Trio drama was awkward, and everyone now knows about what happened with Daphne and Jason. Ugh. Then, lucky me, Masquerade came just in time, along with a canceled last Trio event at the beach. Damn beach authorities. I got ready with Ashley, which was a nice break because I had been with Daphne, Bella and Bailey so much - and whenever I am, I drink consistently. I actually had somewhat of a clear mind with Ashley.

And God knows that Reed is damn awesome, but I am so happy that James and Ashley hit it off again. The Fab Four. Good times, except during those times I was more off avoiding Lyon. But on the eve of New Years? I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked.. not so Lyon-ish. Until he opened his mouth. Okay sure, and during the party, I didn't exactly let him tell anyone whom he was. I didn't want anyone to know. I guess.. I just want to keep my reputation. Especially now with this putrid SS and Coco running around Valkyrie. Yet, Lyon didn't let me off the hook that easily. Instead, he fucking stood on a bar at the party, took off his mask and asked me to join him or lose him forever. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? I froze. Couldn't move whatsoever, even if my adorable dress was tight. But looking up at him, the countdown beginning, the adrenaline rush.. I did it. I wasn't thinking, and even so, it was the best choice I made.

Now it's official. Everyone knows. No more dirty little secrets. Oscar is my man. Jason is out of my life, supposedly moving out of the mansion. Coco probably has an STD and my friend drama is calming down. Life is finally giving me, Anne Lévesque, a breather. 2007 here we come!

Love Always,
Anne

[Anne Lévesque]

Janurary 2007
'The Poor & The French'[/size][/b]
Dear Diary,
I can't write much, for I'm due to my manicure and pedicure appointment in a couple minutes. However, in due tradition, I figured I write in this thing before I went to another big event. This one being my best friend Bailey Mitchell's eighteenth birthday. Truth be told, I know I never acknowledged this much in the past, but she really has turned into a good friend. She has sass, class and ass. Everything plus alcohol which makes a good friend of mine. Little updates? Okay, I admit, this week I have been flaking on homework, which I shouldn't. Damn Junior year and your over anxieties of pressure to do well. Not only that, but this week I somewhat got in a brawl with Daphne. Well, you can't blame me! What would YOU do if your best friend lied to you ever since day one? It wasn't mainly that she was poor.. okay - maybe it really was. But I hate liars.. so so so much. No one seems to understand that, especially Haley Summers whom had the nerve to contradict me on a forum on SS.com. Anyways, apparently Daphne has a French twin, Sacha.

WEIRD. I like Sacha, because despite she doesn't have Daphne's spunk, she's pretty cool. Oh yeah, and something else extremely weird.. I was at this party and guess whom actually thought he could make a move on me.. an obvious taken girl? Xavier Street. Fucking random. Anyways, he backed off once I told him too, BUt I think Jason noticed, which was weird. Jason had this look on his face as if to say he cared. Yeah, right. A mirage, or so I pray it is. Jason is no longer my brother. Period.

Anyways, I'm off to the party. Sadly enough, Lyon is too lame/thinks he's too cool to go. So, I guess me and Jack Daniels will be getting friendly tonight!

Love Always,
Anne