My mom is a traitor.

I got home from school yesterday, and told her what happened the past couple of days and she said it sounded romantic.

AUGH! Can you believe that? Romantic! And then to make it worse, when Matthew called to ask my parents about the date, she said it was fine as long as I was home by eleven! She totally just didn't get that I didn't want to go! Then she said I, "should have just turned the poor boy down instead of stringing him along," when I told her after she hung up!

Are all parents this dense, or is it just my mom?

I didn't want to go... but I have to admit I had a good time. Matthew's older sister was the one driving us (she's a senior) to dinner and the movie -- she sat at a different table at the restaurant and saw a different movie.

He is funny -- I mean, he's my friend, and I remember that first day when he was just so weird. He still is weird and freaky, but now he's my friend, too... but he's such a goober!

I had fun and really without knowing what I was doing or why, when we got back to my house, I kissed him on the cheek before I went inside. I'm totally going to pay for that. I just know it.

So, this morning and afternoon went as expected. Slouchy and lazy, then ballet and gymnastics. Some of the other girls wanted to know about my date, but I just kinda ignored 'em for now.