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watching: Absolutely nothing besides my weight and body image, lol.

mood: Tired, anxious to see Nick tomorrow or soon after, and giddy and horribly in love!!!

listening to: All the thoughts in my head, and all the feelings in my heart.

I just got off the phone with Nick... But I'll talk about that in a sec.

Sheralyn and I went to the mall today. Richmond something... It was HUGE. And totally awesome. I spent $60 on clothing, $10 on food, got a $250 pair of Gucci sunglasses that are pretty bomb, and stole $145 in clothing. The list... Cute pink skirt with black polka dots, sheer black tank, jean skirt, green sweat skirt, terry cloth sweat suit (shorts and zip up shirt), black bikini, Daddy's Girl pink trucker hat, black sweat shorts with blue trim. Sheralyn spent $50 on a shirt that was pretty cute. I almost got this cool looking corset but didn't... I should have, I want it now. God... I tried on this MAD CUTE dress from Paris that I absolutely fell in love with. It was pretty clingy at the top, spaghetti straps, and kinda a flowey type thing going on at the bottom. It was pale colored... Kind of an odd print. It was $369 though. That was a lot more than I could spend. But I mean... Holy shit, I completely fell in love with it. It was so soft. And when I spun around, the bottom flew up. Completely scandy. Tres chic. Oh man... I wanted it so bad. Oh, and this filipino guy at the store I got my hat from was just totally hitting on me. He was cute, I'll give him that. And totally sweet. But he asked for my phone number and I was like, "Sorry... I can't do that, I have a boyfriend." Aren't you guys proud of me? I mean, usually, I'd give it, and just be friends with the guy. But I kinda figured this was different for some reason.

On the way back into the US, the INS of course harassed us and we had to get out of the car and all that bullshit because Sheralyn didn't have the proper paperwork. But we got into Canada just fine with what we had. Totally gay. What's a 15 year old girl gonna do? Geez...

Daddy and I went on a bikeride last night. All of a sudden, sirens were going off, left and right, and cars were being backed out of the on ramp. It was a 5 car accident. Some people died, some were injured. Dad and I watched it for about an hour or so. I wanted to cry so bad. I don't know why it had that big of an impact on me. Seeing the people get wheeled away on stretchers was just so real and scary. One of the cars rolled over the embankement, one was totaled, the van had hood, left door, and front left fender damage, and 2 others were minor, but still hit. I turned around to ask somebody for the time, and guess who I see. Dennis. Motherfuckin Dennis. I was like, "D, you know what time it is?" And he just goes, "Don't fuckin talk to me like nothin. I know you have a boyfriend. Joe told me everything." I was like, "Yea, what's that change between us? I told you we're nothin more than friends. Only time we talk is when I come up to Blaine." And he was like, "Whatever Liz, you know how I feel about you. I've fuckin told you." I got pissed cuz he was being stupid. We're barely even friends, we barely even know each other, and he acts like he's in love with me or something. For crying out loud kid, get a fuckin reality check. So I left just totally pissed off. Whatever, not like I care. I never tried to make a friendship with him. He just kinda always wanted to kick it with me and shit. "I'm tryin to get to know you..." Bla bla bla shutup you fuckin stalker. He's definately got stalker status, followin me all the way home that day tryin to ask me if I like him like that. NO! Grr... Fuckin people...

I got to talk to Nick on the phone tonight. For about 2 hours. I love talking to him so much. I love being around him, I love everything about him. These last 3 nights have been utter Hell. I wake up in the middle of the night, and roll over, and expect Nick to be there. Just like he was Wednesday and Thursday night. God I miss snuggling and cuddling with him. I miss waking up in his arms. I miss him. I miss kissing him. I miss him kissing me. Ooh and the way he kisses my neck and around my collarbone. Just drives me insane. I don't think he realizes the affect he has on me. We've been going out less than a week. I'm pretty sure it's love though. I've never felt like this. If you know me well, you know I don't just say that sort of crap either. I knew I loved him before we started dating though. I've liked him for about a year, but I realized that I loved him, a couple months ago. Oh man did that ever scare me. It scares me that I've loved only Jeremy before. And it scares me because I don't want this to be like me and Jeremy. I'm not able to deal with the lying, bullshit, and cheating anymore. I can't do it, it's too much for me. I honestly dont' believe that Nick would ever hurt me though. I honestly believe he loves me. How crazy do I sound?