Well as you may be able to tell by the title of my entry, I had my first kiss at Kirsty's party on Tuesday. Yeah I know, I'm sad, I'm 14, whatever, I don't really care. All I care about is that I was drunk and I'm not sure I should've been doing it. I like the guy alright, he's lovely, but I've only met him twice and I think I shouldn't have let him do something that I did. Which was a little bit stupid of me. And this time (last time I went to Kirsty's party I was with this guy called Grant) I'm not going to get worked up about Steve. Sure, he's a nice guy, and I probably would go out with him if he asked, but he was drunk and I highly doubt it so there's no point in getting all exicted when I know nothing's going to come out of it. I have a weird feeling of contentment now. Like, finally I've got it out of the way. I thought it would be really weird but it's not. It just feels really natural. Mind you, I wasn't exactly in my right mind. We were both pretty pissed. I remember before I had kissed anyone people always used to tell me how natural it felt and I used to just get really annoyed (which I know everyone will be with me by now - sorry), but it actually is. Don't hit me. Anyway, this is the longest entry I've written in a while without forcing myself, and I could write a lot more, but I'm not going to because the more I write the more I'm going to piss a lot of people off. I'm sorry. Again. I always am.