Dear Diary Journal-ish Thing, Its Wednesday

Dear Diary Journal-ish Thing,

OK, soooooooooo. I have a story. Once upon there was a lovely maiden that lived as a peasant, although she was TOTALLYYYYY princess material. She swept the fire places and cooked and cleaned and had to eat gruel and water every night. One day as she was taking a break in the garden, the snobby, stuck up, rude, annoying and gorgeous but still ugly on the inside and that is all that really matters came up to her and said "Um, why aren't you working on my project?" and then dragged her away and she was never seen again.

Sound familiar? Well, it shouldn't because it happened to ME. Kayla is just unbelievable. Ugh. She makes my want to pull out my hair. Today at lunch i was about to take a bite of my PB and J sandwich when I see her manicured hand wrap around my skinny arm.

"Let's go," she said.

"Where?" I struggled away from her. She's pretty, but she has no upper body strength at all.

"To do my poster. I mean, it HAS to be great, or else, like, um, its all your fault." She twisted a piece of blond hair between her slender fingers.

So she made me go to Ms. H and ask for a pass to stay for the rest of lunch (I had to repeat the question four times. Every time i asked it she was like "DAH." And I said, so can I have the pass? And she said "Vut pass? You say nothing about pass."), but we couldn't so we stayed after school. I stayed and asked Senora Colman about fifty question about our homework assignment after 8th period, took about ten minutes at my locker, and then used the bathroom and wash my hands like a crazy person. So then when i got there she was like "Ugh. Where WERE you?!" and I was like "OH, SORRY! I LOST TRACK OF TIME." Then, she made me do the project and then i said "That's enough!" and used my super ninja skills to karate chop her into 35 pieces. Yeah, I didn't think you believe that. Actually, she made me do it and then she started eating a plain salad (because apparently, dressing is for "fat people") right in front of me.

And I still haven't found a date. Red is getting closer and closer to asking Scott out. It was all she could talk about in Spanish today.

"... SO that's why i can tell we are soul mates," she said finishing her epic on how the are meant to be. "Right?"

"Wah? Yeah, whatever," I had long since been tuning her out.

"I know right!" she didn't notice or didn't care about my reply. "I'm just waiting for the right time, you know and-" Red stopped short. "He. Is. Walking. Over. HERE!! Omigod omigod omigod!!!! This is it! I knew he saw the chemistry too! Do I look OK?"

"Uh huh," I so didn't have time for this. I had to think about my OWN guy troubles. Scott came up to our desks.

"Scarlett? I have a question," Scott said looking at the floor.

"Yes! Absolutely yes!" Red couldn't contain herself.

"Do you have the social studies homework, cause I forgot to copy it down."

Red blinked a few times. "Um, yeah," she cleared her throat. "Sure."

Jeez. We should give up guys for good. I mean, Red only likes Scott and we can all tell THATS going nowhere, and I sure don't have any luck at this. So ya know what? I'm just going to stop caring about status and popularity and BOYS.

Ugh. This is NOT working. I think I need a better strategy.

Comments

[Rachelcc]

ur r da best writer in da world wen u become a famous writer rememberme so i can get some books k? ur da best!!!!! ur da best in da world!!!!!

[Amy]

AWSOME! Wow all my comments so far have started with an all caps word. You are a kisk *cough* but writer [wo]man! Keep up the coolio writing. I like the part where u were just like whatever to Red's chattering. Again, cool story. Keep it up!

-A