My life as a teenage drama queen

Last night was hell. It all started with this great idea to have a Sex and the City movie party. Just me and my girlfriends. Then, one morning this past week in AP History the guy I like Dylan is invited jokingly. Funny thing he decides to come thanks to my friend Cordelia who is awesome. We had a half day yesterday and Fifi baked all this amazing food(while I painted my toes and Cordy was on facebook). It was already going down hill by then because Dylan did not want to be Big BECAUSE I was going to be Carrie. This is at 2:45 ish in the car. Icould already tell it wasnot going to be a good night.

Lets skip to 6:30 Lorraine finally got there and then bitched about her outfit because we couldn't find one that she liked. Oh and the fact that she had to be Miranda really pissed her off too. Meanwhile I was a nervous wreck I couldn't calm down. (Hell I was "Wishful makeuping" for any of you Pretty in Pink fans) The two boys were supposed to arrive at 7. Well two of them did but Johnny was not supposed to show up, but he did for "food". I'll get to that in a moment. Brandon shows up on time but NOT Dylan he's at least fifteen minutes late. By, then I'm a nervous wreck a hot wreck but a nervous one just the same. He shows up as Steve dressed in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Which is what he wears most of the time though he did appear quite dapper on Homecoming night. Anyway, he had already eaten after Fifi baked his stupid strawberry cake. I'm pretty sure he didn't eat any of the damn cake. Anyway drama alert Dylan hates Johnny and the feeling is mutual with Johnny. Dylan was pissed off and not talking at all. Finally dinner's over and we head upstairs to watch the movie.

Dylan was being quiet although he was totally sniffiling during the horrific wedding scene.SIGH! AnywayI'm freaking out because Johnny was grating on my nerves I was hyped up on caffeine ya know the usual. Not to mention the fact thatI was like F-Uthree times and everyone knows that guys hate when girls use foul language.So, I do what I always do when I'm having a freakoutI call troy. I of course just slipped downstairs and went out to the pool wanting to drown myself but I didn't want to ruin Fifi's clothes. Anyway Troy talks me down and is like chill stop being dramatic. I'm still on edge and everychance thatI get I run downstairs.Example:getting Cordelia benendryl. Lol and then I take one myself hell I needed to be sedated. Intermission time and I have to sit by Dylan on the couch which I'm sure he thought I did bc I like him but not true even though I do I told my friend Bex that I didn't because she and Dylan are friends and he'll believe her.

Still I realized my bra was hanging out whileI was on the couch and I'm sure he thinks I'm a foul mouth whore offering herself up to him. So,I want to cry about this but instead I'm laughing oh and one more thing my phone freaking called him bc I had a txt msg from him and I like rolled over on it last night after wasIhome asleep. Needless to say I know I'm being dramatic and I love you Jams bioers for not kicking me out!