Last night we went to the Poodle Dog. Yup, there's always different and often several dogs there. This place is a real texas bar. Plywood floors and shit, pool tables. There's only like three kinds of beer, no liqour and no taps. There was a country band playing with a slide guitar and all and people were totally two stepping. I was so excited, i kept saying "i love this band" and asking all the boys if they knew how to two step. Jeremy's dad was like a truck driver or some shit, so apparently that means that his mom taught him how to two step when he was like.....two. We played pool in the corner, me the mexican roomies and their mexican friends from Lake Jackson. jeremy said now when i go to Lake Jackson, i'll know people. I gues i'm going to lake jackson. S'news to me. i hope kelly and jeremy get married. A nice boy, kelly, seriously. Yeah, and the boy i like is getting to be a problem. Thank god i don't care very much, i just wish he wouldn't leave his smell on my pillow, that makes it harder to not care. He just needs to stop kissing me like "love" kisses and stick to "hot, horny" kisses. Y'all know the difference.