Dear Diary, (entry 3)

Today is Sunday afternoon, and I just woke up. Last night’s party was so crazy! I never ate so much and had so much to drink! Everyone had a great time, but I noticed how shallow the people were. They were actually fighting with their spouses about when to leave the party. They also treated Gatsby’s property with no respect. Gatsby deserves better than those vain partygoers he needs someone like me, exciting and extremely caring. I spent most of my time that night searching for him because he would show up for a moment than disappear into the jumble of party guests. I noticed that Gatsby's tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his hair looked like as if it were trimmed every day. Of course I was sporting my shimmering glitter dress so that I could be spotted easily and I had to look ravishing if I happened to talk to Gatsby that night.