It's Saturday. They day my love and enemy is coming to see all of us. Maybe he'll sweep me away in his arms, kiss, and then have a Kill Bill related sword fight until the next dawn. It's so odd. One minute I wanna just love him, and let him hold me close in his muscular arms, but the next minute I just wanna be just the two of us like Beatrix Kiddo and Bill fighting out after seeing each other for the first time in four years. Am I really this insane? Yes. My insanity keeps me from this great and wonderful normality that people rave about. Yet, I haven't been out much in the eight years I've been in here, so yeah. All of the girls around me were getting dolled up and putting make-up on for the first time and everything. Sadie and Elizabeth and other female orderlies had to help some of the girls put on make-up and get ready. I guess I'm not the only one that likes him. I just hope Susan doesn't put her perverted tongue into his beautiful mouth. I'll fight her to the death to win his heart, which is odd because she's one of my best friends, yet the next minute seeing her dead and bleeding on the floor amuses me. I've always had these strange relationships with people close to me. It means that I love you when I say that I do, but then draw a picture of a person getting eaten by giant leeches. I only do it out of sick, twisted, Living Dead Doll love.

It was around four o'clock. Girls still getting ready, and me in my solitude, bored to death. I don't know when he's coming, but I hope its soon. I was walking around and then I saw the front office. There he was! He was standing there, with a couple of other people. He was wearing his short sleeve dark blue shirt, his jeans, and his boots. *sighs* He looked so beautiful. He was walking towards me and smiled. He said to me,"Hi, what's your name?" The breath from my lungs were knocked outta me. I couldn't speak. I just stood there. He kept looking at me and asking if I were okay. Elizabeth looked at me and asked me the same question. She took me to my room to calm me down.

An hour later, someone reminded me that Criss would be performing in the auditorium, so I got up and followed some of the other girls. When I got there, I sat in the front row with Susan, who was eying him like a lioness ready to pounce on her next meal. I knew she liked him, but I LOVE him. Big difference. She feels lustful for him, but what I feel is so much more and realistic than that. So much more and angrier. All Susan wants is his looks, but he's so much more than that. I shall destroy her, then go love him, but then destroy him, but then mourn for him and regret my actions that I did to him. Cupid's poisoned arrow shot me through the heart, killing me slowly, as the only thing keeping me alive and suffering is Criss' beauty and personality. I'm ready for the big show.....