Dear Diary,

Mom made me go shopping with her today. Bleah I hate going shopping with her. She always takes forever and makes me try on old people clothes. I'm sixteen not forty-five like her. (Insert eye roll here). At least she let me pick out my dress for the party at the Presidential welcome! Here's a picture of it..

Doesn't it just scream DISTRICT TWELVE? Haha
After she nit picked my dress and tried to get me to buy a royal blue one, she finally gave up.
We had tea afterwards at this amazing new café that opened up during the games. While we were waiting for an avox to bring us our tea all she could talk about was "how much she missed me while I was away."
Then out of all the people who could've showed up in the café it just had to be Seneca.. with you guessed it Flickr hanging onto him. Barf. At least mom didn't see the "big show" of him pulling her chair out and then arguing with a poor avox about how long it took for them to get to their table with menus.
Even though we aren't supposed to, I tipped the avox when mom went up to pay.
Love,

Effie