So um, I’m updating. Because I’m cool. Cooler than Kim, who hardly ever updates. I mean, come on, write anything, I do. It sounds like stupid, but I say it anyway.

I have my favourite thing in the world back. Landon’s Old Navy hoodie. I miss Landon. He moved to BC last year, and he’s only come to visit once. (For those of you who don’t know who Landon is, he’s awesome.) We were voted ‘most likely to get married’ in grade nine. He gave me this sweater as a symbol of his love, as well as his debit card. But he never gave me the pin number. hm. The moral of this story is that Landon should come visit me. We need to get married.

I hate Manitoba. I hate Schools. And I hate Questions. Hence, I hate the Manitoba Schools Question assignment.

My story for the day. I look like crap. I feel like crap. I’m supposed to go shopping, but I’m too scared that nothing will fit me. My scale told me I weigh a million pounds. I look like I weigh a million pounds. So I’m scared. when I feel like that, I’d rather just go by myself, so I’m not embarrassed by my clothing size. But I don’t want to go by myself either. And Kim, you can say I’m not fat all you want, but still. It bothers me that I can’t just take things off the racks and wear them. It does. Because skinny people are pretty and perfect. I hate them.

I also hate working. Which is what I’m doing tonight. But I’m poor and I need some money. And I thought it out…my job isn’t so bad. I’m not doing any manual labour. I’m not getting hurt. I’m not dealing with gross things, like food and garbage and such things. I just scan things and take money. I mean, money IS really gross, but hey. It’s not slimy. So all in all, my job would be perfect if there weren’t any evil managers and evil co workers. Then my job would be fine.

Apparently, there’s a ‘really cute’ exchange student coming next year. According to my teacher. I guess it’d be more exciting if I cared.