Stumbling around and trying to write this entry, I feel as giddy as a kid on Christmas. This was probably the best night I've in a while. I probably drank a little to much but that stuff was yummy! It was this beer from Vermont called Woodchuck or something dumb tomorrow. On the way home I remembered I have a history test tomorrow. Oh well ...

I have a question. Why does drinking make you want to kiss someone? I mean maybe that's just me and the fact I miss my boyfriend and I have a crush on one of the guys at the party ... maybe it is me. It wasn't anything horny like I wanted to start stripping his clothes off (well not purely that) but I just wanted to kiss him! I feel kind of hoeish ... Jess and Jo said that was normal ... that they've felt that before. But I did. Sadly the guy is Drew, yes, the same one who's Ty's best friend and travelling companion this next week. But I was feeling more confident and sexy after a couple drinks ... so when he was alone ... I walked up and kissed him on the lips. It just happened! I mean it wasn't planned, my girls didn't say "Go get 'em!" I just did it. And he kissed me back ... I've known for awhile he's had a crush on me but I think I took advantage of it. Then I pulled away looking confused. He looked at me and simultaneously said "That shouldn't of happened."

DAMN RIGHT IT SHOULDN'T OF HAPPENED!

But then he looked at me again and kissed me. This time it was him who made the first move.

Looks like this might be a more interesting road trip then they planned ...

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