2003-10-09/11:20 p.m.

a plane crashed at ibm. fun day at the office, dad and craig.

my soci teacher completely rejected my research thesis, even though she approved it before. she was a big meanie about it too. shes mean to everybody lately. she used to be cheerful, but not anymore. sigh.

i handed in a crappy rough draft of the poetry comparison essay for lit. i also gave the teacher my reading log/analysis dealie, which was due last week. i was gonna use it for the next one, which was supposed to be due tomorrow, but the teacher is giving us the long weekend to work on the second log. so i handed it in and said she could think of it as really late for the last one or really early for the next one. then i smiled nicely and begged with my eyes. it could go either way.

the american eagle girls think that dan and i are in love with each other. yesterday they sang the sitting in a tree song. today they asked dan why he hasnt kissed me yet. for, as dimpled as dan is, he is dan. i could have hott hott sex with him devoid of any emotional attachment if i was horny enough, but i could not date him. also, i shall not lose my virginity to him. and we are so not in love. at least, im not in love. dun dun dun. this topic is boring.

my entry is also boring, as im tired as hell from having 6 hours sleep, being stressed at school all day, then folding awful shirts while on my feet for 6 hours. fun. also, im buying said awful shirts tomorrow. after folding them for an hour, the striped ones look quite appealing under tshirts, which i will also buy. look, ma, im wardrobing. ew.

ive taken to calling all merchandise merch and all jeans denim like the pros do. i hate retail.