I really hate debates.
Especially when you are sitting there for 2.5 hours
hearing my
Dad and Vinick talk about the same old thing. At least I was
occupied since I continuously kept texting Mom. I swear if Mom
didn't do
that I would have screamed. Donna told me that I was
the topic of the
morning. Why I don't know, but hey whatever.
Josh was watching Donna with a
twinkle in his eye. He really
loves Donna.
Priscilla (my Secret Service agent) told me my
Mom was looking for me. I
finally found her walking through the
hall near Dad's office, rather then
sitting in Josh's, but
whatever. Tomorrow we are going to this ball, just me
and my Mom.
I get to help Mom pick out her dress. I know whatever we pick it
will go perfect with her hair... and eyes. I love my moms
perfectly
beautiful blonde hair. I wish I had Mom's hair, but I
have Mom's eyes and
Dad's hair. I need to go now and go pick
dresses. So I will write later or
tommorow.