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May 19, 1999

I've decided that starting up a diary would be a good idea. After all, I do want to remember all of the events of my life (even if some of them are a bit negative, or not important). But, honestly, I believe that everything happens for a reason. Like last night, for example. Last night was okay, I suppose.

Last night was the choral concert. Just for the high school too. So David, Sarah, Ryan, Emma, and Sean were there. I thought it would be fun to dress up, I mean, really dress up. So I picked out this skirt that was only supposed to be worn out to parties. It was black, pleated, and was about eight inches above my knee. I also picked out this red short-sleeve shirt, which was this low-cut V-neck. I put my hair up in a messy bun with loose curls to top off my ensemble.

I thought I looked hot.

Ryan picked me up. He just got his license about a month ago, and his parents bought him a Golf (which was actually his neighbor's, but he put so much effort into that car). Anyways, he picked me up, and let's just say his jaw was hanging open. It was hard not to look at him. I've liked him for about three-four years now, and for me to all-of-a sudden come out of my "tomboy-ish" look was a real shock for him.

"You look great," he told me as I sat down in the front seat. "Got any panties on?" he asked. I You pervert I , I thought. I pulled up my skirt to show him that I was, indeed, wearing underwear (and, might I add, his favorite pair).

We were friends with benefits, so we kissed a lot and sometimes more. But his girlfriend didn't know about our relationship. He leaned over and kissed me, and parked the car for a moment because he knew we were going to be kissing for a little while.

His tongue invaded, and he kissed me just right. I pulled away for a moment. "Just don't trash up my hair." He moaned and brought my mouth back to his.

Diary, we must've kissed for fifteen minutes! We were almost late for warm-ups, and that was really stupid on my part because I had this solo in a song called Popular. However, before we did get there, Ryan said: "We'll finish that up later."

The concert was great. About 500 people actually came (which was impressive since we only have nineteen people in our chorus). And I finally got the solo right! The director didn't like what I was wearing, but oh, well. And Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, glared at me sevaral times. Green monster.

Ryan took me out to dinner after the concert (we went to the waffel house because he knows I love that place!). And then we went to the empty parking lot outside of the local mall and popped in the Edwin McCain CD. We danced to I'll Be about six times, then we went back to his house. His parents don't care what time I come over.

I stayed for about three hours, so it was about 1:30 by the time we were finished (he's the greatest kisser!). Also, we saw What's Eating Gilbert Grape (such a cute movie). I love Johnny Depp!

So Ryan drove me home after a great night, and we decided to get together next weekend. It was almost summer! Just one more week! And then we could do whatever the hell we wanted! We're even planning on going to the beach together! I can't wait.

xoxoJ