So, for the third night in a row, I went out with Stacie. Only this time, she was not happy most of the time. This is because we were running errands for her parents instead of doing stuff. At least, I'm pretty sure that was why she was unhappy. I can never tell with other people. Maybe she doesn't realise that life is a sequence of bad days and good days. And that without crappy people, you can't really enjoy the people who make you laugh. And, what I guess I'm trying to say is, don't worry if your plans don't work out. There's always the next day.
Hoy Te Amo, Stacie. Usted es la muchacha más hermosa del mundo. No se olvide de eso.