Sunday, Jun. 22, 2003 | 10:49 PM

Yesterday night was my brother�s graduation party and it ruled. 80 people there, most of whom I haven�t seen in awhile (including my favorite high school teacher) and I felt like the returning conquering hero. I actually am making it, and though it seems stupid and petty, I feel like a million dollars when other people are proud of and impressed by my accomplishments.

My uncle�s best friend hit on me, which was rather gross�the man is in his 50�s. Not classy at all.

I am very proud of my brother�he�s grown up so well and he�s off to an excellent college in the Fall.

Today I and my sisters and mother went to the beach.

I still haven�t smoked any cigarettes.

I miss Ivy.