Diorissimo is the perfume my mom uses. Ever since I was a little girl. It's the smell that I associate with her, especially back in the good old days, when she was beautiful and poised, so elegant. Now she's all haggard and tired-looking...it's disgusting. But I still love her dearly.

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So there's this boy. (Don't you hear me say this every week?) And he's actually semi-dating one of my semi-friends, and he is virtually perfect for me. Like, seriously. It's freaky. And he doesn't give me butterflies yet - it takes a lot to gives me butterflies, let me tell you. But he does make my tummy do little flip-flops when I see him.

I try not to get my hopes up, because this happens EVERY time, because I'm simply unlovable. I get mildly excited, I hope, I wish on stars and clocks...and then I just get disappointed for a minute or two, and forget. But I'm tired of that! I want something real this time.

Oh, but my point is that today I was on the bus, leaving school, and I saw him standing there talkign to a friend, so, being the total creep I am, I was staring at him out the bus window - and he turned and saw me. And we just looked at each other for a second. So I turned my head like an inch and pretended I was talking to my brother the whole time.

Story of my life. Get a better one.

- Annalisa♥