Well, I went to my first stake dance. For those of you who aren't Mormon, when someone turns 14 they can go to dances, and it's usually treated as a big deal. SO I dressed up in my jeans and favorite shoes [Vans!] and hoped someone would ask me to dance. And hoped. And hoped. And gave up, and asked someone to dance that doesn't seem to like to open his mouth for any reason, certianly not to talk to me. There were punks there, and they were oh so pretty. Didn't know there were Mormon punks. =) It was a nice suprise. Tho, I don't think they noticed me.... =( That's why all boys should die.