IN SCHOOL
finally, intrams is over and everyone's pretty beat, well, except in basketball since we won the championship and everything. the sophies ran in on second place. julian's world collapsed all over him at the last few minutes of the game, it seemed. he should really get his priorities straight. he was almost crying, poor kid.
i had no choice but once again join the cheering competition. we all worked our butts off to at least come up of something decent enough to perform, though, we only got second. not at all surprising, really.
now the prom's coming up and everybody at home's having a BALL of pestering me about the dress. still, i can't think of anything! im no fucking designer! hell, arvin's already got his suit ready and all. sounds a little over-excited, arvin, doesn't he?