Not a hell of a lot has happened since I last wrote. That's why I haven't written. Ar ar. I just wrote to tell you about the banquet. Dylan finally asked me. I guess his mom's gonna let him go. Kind of weird if you ask me ... but anyways. It's going to be on Wednesday, December 16, 1992 at the Olympia church fellowship hall. We are having the choir from Auburn sing there. Gag. I don't want to go, but I have to now. I am going to buy a new dress. I think it's gonna be red. It's really cool. I wonder what color of flower thing that I should buy for Dylan. Last year I bought Curt a red one so I want to get Dylan white or at least something different. I'm open to suggestions if you have any. Ha-Ha. Maybe I'll get Dylan a black flower thing. Black rose. Yeah, that would be cool. I'll have to see.

If I get a red dress, I wonder what color of shoes I'd have to wear. Would it be tacky to wear something other than red? I don't have any red shoes! What am I going to do?! I am getting nervous and this thing won't even be for 2 weeks. Auugggh!

I probably should go now. This has turned out to be a longer entry than I expected. I [heart] you. And I [heart] Dylan my honey too.