Dayum people. Quit being so needy.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. My life is boring. All my entries go like this "whine whine whine, boy boy boy, tired tired tired".

WOW. What inspired literature.

What the heck was that last entry I wrote? Oh yeah. I had just gotten back from my first day at work and my feet were KILLING me. I have never ever stood on my poor two feet for seven straight hours.

Now of course, I'm used to it. I've been working at Starbucks for what, two months now? I have formed a good thick protective leather-like layer of skin on the soles of my feet. My feet could handle anything. My feet could deflect nuclear attacks, people.

Yeah. The job is great. After the initial "OMG I don't know how to do anything", I got used to it and it's all been smooth sailing from then on. There was that whole part where I told a co-worked to shut the hell up, and my boss gave me an official warning, with a piece of paper that I had to sign and everything. It was the most mortifyingly embarrassing thing ever. It also caused me to cry in front of my boss, and now working with him is extra awkward. It was bad enough I had nothing in common with him, but now he's afraid of making me cry. Makes for some lousy, quiet opening shifts, my friends.

Hey, did you know that when you are hired by a company and work many many hours, you actually get paid? MONEY? There is a column on my pay stub that says how much I have earned since I started working, and it is almost 1500$. My best weekly paycheck was about 425$. Plus I have probably made 150$ in tips since I started. Money. For me. I am still amazed. I have 40$ in my wallet right now. I NEVER had any money in my wallet. And now I do! Sure, it's worthless Canadian money, but in worthless Canada that money buys things! Cute tops! New sunglasses! Ass-tacular pants! New bras for my ever-shrinking bust!

(Seriously, the “girls”, AKA Raquel and Lolita, are experiencing major shrinkage. Damn you, weight loss!)

What else is new? My sister left for Vancouver. She is going to film school there in the fall. I went to visit her for a few days and we got in a fight about a t-shirt. God she is a dumbass. Anyway, she is doing well, she got a job and a driver’s permit. But I know she misses home. (By sister’s intuition, and not at all because I secretly read her online diary ... not at all.)

I saw the boy the other night. Damn him! Ugh. He was coming out of a movie with his friends, and my sisters and I were waiting to get in for the next screening. I was trying my best to look effortlessly cute. I only spoke to him for a few awkward seconds. I didn’t even get to speak to his friends, who are some of my favourite people in the world and who I haven’t seen in months. Dammit!

Anyway, he was looking raggedy, man. I am allowed to gloat. He once told me I was “not the best-looking chick”, so I reserve myself that right. He was all flabby, and he looked really tired, and his hair was so long it was disgusting. He does NOT have a head for cute floppy boy hair. His hair was all greasy and he was wearing a hair thing. I don’t know how to explain these things. They are like headbands, except they have teeth like a comb, and they are mostly seen on girls. Little girls. And he was wearing one, and it was the most atrocious thing I have ever seen in my life. I wish I had a picture.

It’s done now, right? I’ve seen him, I’ve laughed inwardly at him, I’ve realized that he really isn’t all that.

Is it normal that I still want him to pine for me and recite poetry beneath my bedroom window? Because asshole or not, he is the only guy who has ever openly expressed interest in me. What if he’s the last one? What if there’s never anyone else? What if I’m too much of a wussy and I let all my chances slip away? I’m not saying he’s the best I could do, I’m just saying ... What if there’s never anyone else that goes out of his way to ask me out, since I’m obviously not gonna have the courage to do it?

Ugh. God. My kingdom for an arranged marriage.

You see? Whine whiny whine. Boy boy boy.

Tired tired tired.

I got my school schedule for fall 05. Not too bad, except on Tuesdays I have TEN HOURS OF CLASSES. I am at school from 8:30 AM to 7:30 PM. Damn me and my over-achieving ways! Gah. Why did I have to register for so many classes? I am a dunce.

Tired tired tired. I’m going to bed. Quit pestering me.