2003-08-19 - 6:34 p.m.
Guys...
SCHOOL IS IN LESS THAN A WEEK! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Now, kindly remember that quiddle goes to teeny-tiny school with kids (29 in my sophmore class this coming year!) she has known since she was 4 and was absolutely convinced that she was, indeed, the pink power-ranger. This is quite scary...see...there are....7 NEW GIRLS!!!! oh yeah, and two new guys...but this is not the point...I'm not worried about them...
Dear ones, the PECKING ORDER IS GOING TO LOSE IT'S MIND AND START TELLING PEOPLE THE SKY IS FALLING!!! NOTHING WILL EVER EVER BE THE SAME AND I AM GOING TO DIE HIDING IN FETAL POSITION IN MY LOCKER IN THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF THE YEAR! AHHHHHHHHHH!
EEERRRGG. Seriously, it is madness. TOO MANY GIIRRLLSS. Now, quiddle keeps trying to remind herself she doesn't want/like any of these guys she's known since they stuck crayons up their noses, but you must understand...it's not fun being rejected because you're old news for someone a gazillion times more ugly. I'd rather they ripped off my arm and beat me with the bloody end of it while playing Moby in the background. ACK! and again I say, ACK! Oh, and a BAH! in honor of Linda, a.k.a. idiot-milk...heh. But it just disturbs me. I've done this year after year and it only gets harder. I've become such a definite fixture that someone might as well ocassionally dust me off and say, "oh yeah...I forgot how interesting you can be, but we see you all the time so it's boring!" ERRGG.
I could rant and rant and rant but I think I'll wait to properly assess the situation on the DREADED FIRST DAY OF SOPHMORE MADNESS! EEEEEEKKK! Stay tuned, dahlings...and tomorrow I go shopping...we wear uniforms, but somehow there's still a way to be "cool" or not depending...and I know, I shouldn't care...but pray for my social skills anyway! I was a miracle girl who grew boobs over a summer and nobody cared so I doubt I could do anything more interesting than that...oh dear. I need a personality makeover. WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY APPRECIATE ME?! I'M FUN! Okay, I know I know...my identity as a girl doesn't depend upon what guys think of me but I get so insecure over it! I'm just not the boobs-hanging-out-giggly-hair-tossing-glossy-lipped-fake-tan-blonde type. I'm a never-dyed-her-hair-crazy-hyper-fun-silly-brunette-dorky-laugh-distinctive-style-untrendy me type! It's all quite irritating...anybody wanna get me some confidence? They need to sell it on Ebay...and no, wonderbras don't count...grrrrr
I don't know...I care and yet I don't. Moslty I just want to get out of this place. My school is the absolute hot-spot for gorgeous girls. There's about 70% females and 30% males...and only 10% of those guys are even remotely okay...they're like the pimps of this freaky alternate universe or something! People look at our yearbook and go..."Oh my gosh...every single girl is beautiful" It's shameful. And yet the guys are super picky and don't think we're good enough...I'm telling you..ALTERNATE. UNIVERSE!
Enough of this drivel..I sound pathetic...and that, I am not. Okay, mostly not...ehh shut up, you!
Goodnight my loves...don't fake tan yourselves, it diappoints me so..avoid talking to automatic doors, people will look at you funny, and no, ostriches don't really do that bury their head thing. I only wish they did..Bye.
