I broke up with Teresa last night. She's upset, but I think she'll get over it fast. It's not like we dated very long. She keeps texting me and calling me and coming over. I can't wait to leave town tomorrow.

If this trip goes well I'll get promoted - out from under McDougall's thumb for good. If that happens I'm finally getting rid of my heap-o'-crap car and trading up.

Too bad the trip isn't a couple of weeks later, I could've seen the Utes at SD State. Davis keeps telling about all the girls he hooked up with last year, but that's the last thing I need right now.

Cordy's avoiding me. It's driving me crazy.

I think I freaked her out on Saturday. I couldn't help it. She looked hot, we were dancing and I'm not made of frickin steel. The look on her face though... Terror + surprise + more terror. I'm starting to think we've been in friends mode too long and anything else'll be impossible.

I might not have a choice in the matter anyway. I can't believe she's falling for that idiot's garbage. The guy's a player. He plays the southern chivalry thing to the hilt but I've heard stories. You'd think she'd know by now that no matter what, I only want what's best for her. But every time I try to warn her about him she just rolls her eyes.

It's poetic justice I guess. I finally fall for her and she's had enough.