my feet hurt from dancing. what a great reason to be tired. tonight jordan gave me a perfect cup of coffee, a sheetz cookie, a rose, and a chance to wear a little black shimmery dress. we ate and danced and laughed and drove home talking and singing. and i am so thankful for him. he was the perfect date and is the perfect friend. and i'm going to miss him when i'm gone, although we did solemnly promise each other tonight that we'd get together next fall, watch the godfather, and smoke cigars. i've been to a dozen formals, but this was definately one of the best. i wasn't feeling pressure to be anything than myself. i wasn't wishing anyone else was there. i wasn't preoccupied with thoughts of other things that i should be doing. it was just me and one of my favorite friends, and the feeling that things are... good. really good. i could not ask for more.