Maybe next time

Jess *Sigh* well, I guess if you want to know the story were going to have to go back to the begining. Before i left you read my diary or text messages from 2007 youre going to have to promise me you wont judge okay? 2007 was an awkward time to be a teenager. Let me paint the scene for you. Cool kids had a Blackberry cell phone, people were wearing formal VESTS on top of plain Tshirts, Reese Witherspoon and Jake Gyllenhaal were dating for God's sake! I'm just sayin'. Don't judge. --‐--------------------- Diary entry November 17th 2007 Today sucked. It started with me texting the wrong number this morning. I think Ashley purposely gave me to wrong number. At least the wrong number person was nice about it. Ashley may be polite to me in person but I swear she hates me. Its not my fault our science teacher used alabetical order to assign lab partners. Then I missed the bus so I was late for class, pretty sure I failed my English test, got ketchup on my new white shirt at lunch and found out I didn't make the rugby team. On the plus side I realized tutoring has paid me enough for the dress I want for winter formal. I'm going to pick it up tomorrow after school. The dance is next week, I may not have a date but these things are important for the full highschool experience. Or so I'm told. I only moved here 2 months ago and still don't have a real friend or social life. Hopefully this dance will change that. Its optimistic I know, But that's part of my charm.