DRUGS.
Well, formal was last night. Excuse me, semi-formal. It was prettty fun. I danced. Alot. I got a cramp from dancing. Who does that? Apparently me. But anyways, after the dance ended, we all went to Coney Island. We meaning pretty much the whole dance. Haha. But then Hillary, Becky, Kyle, Ashley, Amanda, Hillary, Kimmie, and probably other people, but I don't remeber. Anyways, I stayed out until 12:00 or so. It was nice. I got a 101 the first game and a 95 the second game. It was great. My dad didn't pick me up as planned, Craig did. My dad's picking me up today. Anyways, I woke up the next morning, and it's 11:15 or so. Craig comes in and yells at me for not answering my phone. It's dumb. So then I try and call my dad like 10 times at the house and on his cell. It turns out that he was working on the deck. So whatever. I go to get in the shower and Craig tells me to pee in a cup. I'm like ... is he drug testing me? I dunno why he would. I'm straightXxxXxxxxxxXXXxxxxXXxedge. Haha, kidding. But I don't do drugs. So now I'm kind of nervous. Like what if he finds some drug. I mean I don't do drugs, but there's always that chance that he could find something. So I'm all nervous now. =[