So. Thursday night. The most boring night of the week. The fake boyfriend's gone home to chat up his other girlfriend on the phone and the best friend is working late. Wonderful. That leaves me with exactly nil to do.

Actually, I'm having a bit of a weird day. It's the best friend, we shall call him Cody's, birthday. He's 21. Growing up, this would have been huge. But seeing as the fake boyfriend, (Andy) will not let me so much as text message the boy in public (I do so in private, when Andy is not looking) it kinda sucks.

But never fail. I shall be a good best friend. Word has gotten back to me through my best girly friend, Tiff, that there's a party out at the Old Place for Cody. Yay! We grew up at the Old Place, a hunting camp really. Getting drunk and skinny-dipping in the summer time was our favorite things to do growing up, and bonfires and getting drunk in the winter time was a top ten, also. We're in Southern Mississippi, for gods' sake. I'm somewhat of what you might call a "Southern belle" minus the belle part. Cody lives 25 minutes away, in Louisiana. He's always been a novelty to my girlfriends as one of those "Crazy Louisiana boys" and hot to boot.

Dreams of drinking and being with one of my dream boys are keeping me from resting. I'm in love with Andy, but there is something about Cody that makes me think I could fall in love with him, too. I'm just a crazy girl, still in high school, three weeks from eighteen years old, and what do I know about love though? I know what my heart tells me, that's for sure. I know that I'm not the normal eighteen year old girl... I know that I write my life story. But I'm not exactly sure what I want it to say right now.

Tiff and I are going back and forth right now about what we shall wear... Seems shallow doesn't it, to write about my fashion choices right there with my love life, but hell, I enjoy it.. So bare with me. Tiff's got it easy, really, she's to die for with her dark hair and big green eyes and tallness... Model skinny, that girl is, and it's so not fair, though I enjoy my curves. I'm not complaining about my looks, they're just by the book... Blonde hair I keep long, hazel eyes, 5'1" (that inch is VERY important to me.. It took me five years to grow that extra inch!) curves and tits... Not fat, as I'm a size 6, but not skinnny Tiff's size 0 either. It's a good point to be at, actually. She's inisting I dress up with her, while I'm all for the comfy Vickie's Secret sweats, since it'll be a whopping 38 for a low tomorrow night. Oh well. I bought a new corset-style strapless top from Charlotte Russe in a pretty blue color so I imagine I'll pair it with my tight jeans and a pair of Tiff's heels and be done with it. Maybe I'll catch Cody's eye. Just maybe.