My sister is heading to homecoming in...who knows how long. She's playing phone tag with various people, and she's walking around in a pink (yes, I'm surprised too) Cinderella gown that looks more Cinderella than dance. You know how the cool dresses now seem to be if not tight, at least close to the body? Well, my sister's is like a ball gown. It's pink and a ball gown. The girl isn't in the mood to be conventional by any means.

Of course, we have no clue who she's going with. Much like when I walked up to the door at my dance dates houses.

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I've watched the season premiere of Real World Las Vegas about four times. I cannot believe the drama of the last fifteen or so minutes. Not only can I relate to it well in an eery way, but also I could actually *feel* myself on that couch while watching a friend and crush kissing literally in front of my face. I felt the material of the couch, their bodies kissing across me and the emotion that he felt watching it all. It was as if I were there instead of here.

I cannot even watch the final fifteen or so of that episode. I can't even look at the screen most of the time. I relate too well to what occurred. You'll have to watch the episode to understand what I mean.

My sister's date is at the door. No one has answered the door after approx. a minute, let alone let him in. Guess I had better do it.

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