I got everything I wanted, plus a couple of pleasant surprises, but it was otherwise a pretty dismal experience. Everyone in my family except my father cried at least twice. My sister, who's engaged, stormed out without another word when I mentioned the train of her wedding dress. She didn't want her fiance to know anything about the dress, and I guess trains on wedding dresses are becoming rare things. She half-heartedly apologized, though. I keep crying because I see the world going to hell and I can't do anything to stop it. I want to leave this country, but I can't find anywhere better to go. My father keeps telling me to be quiet. Of course, he only started this once I stopped wearing my usual make-up. A bit of rouge and lipstick apparently makes my voice more bearable. I feel like I've gained at least twenty pounds and I wouldn't be surprised if I really have. At this moment, I'm crashing from a sugar overload--I guess breakfast shouldn't be two cupcakes, >10 cookies, and a few pieces of chocolate. Go figure. How did everyone else do?