What a long day. I'm so tired. Madri­gal Din­ner rehearsal was last night, and it took until about 10pm. By the time I got home, I really didn't feel like doing much, even though I had a paper due today in Parker's class. Because of this, I ended up ditch­ing 4TH hour. Mrs. Parker wasn't too happy when she saw me at rehearsal.

I had to leave rehearsal at 5:15 for the din­ners. So did Cathy. She waited for me, and we went to the din­ners together. This is an inter­est­ing dynamic: Since we broke up in 9TH grade, she hasn't talked to me, well, she hadn't until the begin­ning of this year. Since we started talk­ing again, I've noticed that she's changed some­what. She's more angry now, as if she's always bit­ter (about what, I don't know). Joel was inter­ested in her ear­lier this year. That's strange enough in itself. What's even stranger, though, is that I'm still in love with her. It shouldn't be as strange to me as it is, con­sid­er­ing that she was my first love, but it is nonethe­less. Joel told me before the din­ners that if she asked him out, he would say yes. I'm inclined to agree with him. Just as I said all those years ago, I will always love her.

We were all in our cos­tumes, ready to wel­come the guests. And who do I see? The Curiels. It's been almost exactly a year since Erik and I have spo­ken to each other. Basi­cally because of his mom. And there they were. I don't think that they saw me when they entered the ball­room, but I was really appre­hen­sive. Dur­ing the actual din­ner, I went over to my mom and told her that they were there. She said that she would say hello to them, but that I shouldn't expect any­thing else than that.

The event was so much fun! Being there in cos­tume, expe­ri­enc­ing a part of actual Eliz­a­bethan cul­ture was fan­tas­tic. I think every­one had a really good time. Per­son­ally, my favorite part is a skit where two stu­dents come out dressed as a bear and a dragon, and mock fight. It was really cool.

After the din­ners, my mom came up to me and told me that it was really fun and that she had a good time. She said she would see me back at home. Then I turn and.… there's Erik. We talk a lit­tle bit, say­ing that it had been a long time. We talked about his mom, and how she felt about me being what she thought I was. Any­way, he asked if I wanted to do some­thing on Sun­day (he had SATs on Sat­ur­day). I told him sure and that I would call him on Sunday.

After our con­ver­sa­tion, I drove home. It has been a good night. Wow — who would have thought that I would've ever talked about Erik and Cathy in the same entry ever again. Weird.