When I woke up on Saturday, I wasn't even sure if I had a date to go with; Mike was mad at me and wasn't picking up any of my texts or calls. I did my makeup anyways, Amy came over to get nail polish, and Katie came over to do my hair in the morning. Mike finally called me and decided that he would go after all, so he picked me up at 3 and we went to Burlington Coat Factory to buy his vest and belt. We then headed to Cheesecake Factory, where I stuffed myself with the bread and fried macaroni and cheese. By the time my chicken alfredo came out, I was too full and had to box the whole thing. We went to Amy's house afterwards, got dressed, and took pictures outside. Everyone looked so good! We're probably the first group I've seen where everyone looked pretty or handsome and no one had a retarded dress. Mike and I went to Cues afterwards without the rest of the group since they had to go to the Marconi early. The pictures came out super cute even though I'm retarded at decorating and he ended up doing a better job than I did. We then headed to the Marconi in Tustin for our prom, where we hung out with the group, ate fishsticks, and danced. Mike's such a good dancer; you can tell his years of clubbing helped him out. The people on the dance floor started to smell after a while, and my shoes were killing me, so we just took more pictures and had a little talk. We finally went back to the dance floor when Beyonce - Halo started playing and took more pictures. The final song of the night was Kc & Jojo - All My Life, which made me super happy because I couldn't have asked for a better song to end the night. After prom, we hung out for a bit more and he finally dropped me off. It was an overall amazing night, and everything worked out exactly as I had hoped.
















- Yesterday
I was so, so tired from prom, but I woke up around 11 nonetheless to go to my dad's friend's house since his son, Tom, had just graduated from Cal State Fullerton. After Tom and his friends left to go to some other parties, we didn't really do much except play with Darin, sleep, wake up, eat, take webcam pictures, and eat some more. We finally left around 12:30 and I was completely pooped. Darin's mom is pregnant and we were trying to come up with some cute names starting with D to match him, but Devin and Derrick are all taken by her friends. So far, I like Jarren the most because it rhymes and we can't come up with any other cute names starting with a D.
- Today
Memorial Day today! Which means no school and no work for my parents, which also means waking up to some delicious food from them. My relatives came over for a family barbecue. My dad's been drinking this whole weekend; Friday night, Saturday night at two different parties, Sunday from 2pm to 1am, and today from 12pm to 7pm. I watched She's Too Young, a Lifetime movie about a group of girls who got syphilis, and chilled with all of my cousins. Mimi told me yesterday that my grandpa was dying, which I hadn't known and still didn't know very much about. But I overheard my aunt telling my uncle today that she, my aunts, and my mom had cried earlier today when they went to visit my grandpa in the hospital. I knew it had to be serious because in my seventeen years of living, I can only remember my mom crying a maximum of two or three times. Turns out that my grandpa isn't just dying, but it's turned into a pulling-the-plug situation. This was something that took me aback because I always read about how other families had to make the decision of whether or not to pull the plug, but I never thought my own family would be faced with that decision. My uncle was talking about how he doesn't want to pull the plug because we don't have the right to determine what my grandpa would have wanted for his own life. But my other uncle was drunk, and whenever he's drunk he starts talking about how he feels. He was crying and saying that when he went to visit my grandpa, my grandpa was saying my uncle's name and yelling that he was hurting a lot. Tonight and for the next couple days, they probably will be getting together to discuss what they want to do, just like they had to discuss whether they wanted him to get the surgery to remove his tumor. Honestly, I don't even know what I would want for my grandpa. The only thing I can think about is how my family, and especially my grandma, will be affected.


- Yesterday
I was so, so tired from prom, but I woke up around 11 nonetheless to go to my dad's friend's house since his son, Tom, had just graduated from Cal State Fullerton. After Tom and his friends left to go to some other parties, we didn't really do much except play with Darin, sleep, wake up, eat, take webcam pictures, and eat some more. We finally left around 12:30 and I was completely pooped. Darin's mom is pregnant and we were trying to come up with some cute names starting with D to match him, but Devin and Derrick are all taken by her friends. So far, I like Jarren the most because it rhymes and we can't come up with any other cute names starting with a D.
- Today
Memorial Day today! Which means no school and no work for my parents, which also means waking up to some delicious food from them. My relatives came over for a family barbecue. My dad's been drinking this whole weekend; Friday night, Saturday night at two different parties, Sunday from 2pm to 1am, and today from 12pm to 7pm. I watched She's Too Young, a Lifetime movie about a group of girls who got syphilis, and chilled with all of my cousins. Mimi told me yesterday that my grandpa was dying, which I hadn't known and still didn't know very much about. But I overheard my aunt telling my uncle today that she, my aunts, and my mom had cried earlier today when they went to visit my grandpa in the hospital. I knew it had to be serious because in my seventeen years of living, I can only remember my mom crying a maximum of two or three times. Turns out that my grandpa isn't just dying, but it's turned into a pulling-the-plug situation. This was something that took me aback because I always read about how other families had to make the decision of whether or not to pull the plug, but I never thought my own family would be faced with that decision. My uncle was talking about how he doesn't want to pull the plug because we don't have the right to determine what my grandpa would have wanted for his own life. But my other uncle was drunk, and whenever he's drunk he starts talking about how he feels. He was crying and saying that when he went to visit my grandpa, my grandpa was saying my uncle's name and yelling that he was hurting a lot. Tonight and for the next couple days, they probably will be getting together to discuss what they want to do, just like they had to discuss whether they wanted him to get the surgery to remove his tumor. Honestly, I don't even know what I would want for my grandpa. The only thing I can think about is how my family, and especially my grandma, will be affected.

