Okay. Drama drama drama. Life isn't THAT big of a deal, guys. I mean, I realise that most things I say might sound petty to most. But I just realised how draining it can be having to listen to something when at the same time, your own problem [which might be quite serious] is eating away at you inside. Megan is in the middle of telling me how a boy saw her without her hair done and in her trackies, and how it was the worst day of her life. And I'm sitting here shaking because I was just reminded of my own week and the things... that happened. Yet she continues and I don't want to interrupt her because I know it's really important to her and everything... and I wouldn't want to be interrupted. I guess that I'm a different person... I wear trackies constantly and rarely do my hair, so I guess it wouldn't be a big thing. I wonder if she'll even ask how my week was? Anyway. Enough about that. Today was Jeans for Genes day, hoorah. Which meant that I was forced to wear jeans to work, and since I'm not a jeans person I was kind of pissed off. Plus, my jeans aren't blue jeans... they're grey, so when I got to work, Ramez was like "Who doesn't have blue jeans?!" Well, me apparently. Pssht. As if I care! Oh you know what? My day was fun, let's leave it at that. I wore my cap to the side, Angelica told me I looked like a loser and Sophie said I was the cutest ever [lol]. Lydia was telling me about what the boys at Melbourne Central had been saying about me and I found it funny. I finally met Ben and Kay! And yes. But there's something on my mind. [And it's not the fact that Ramez laughs like a girl when he finds something really funny, or that he thought the hat would mess up his hair, or that he can't say cloths.] Is there really somebody out there for everybody? And is there only one? Will anybody ever look at me and only see beauty? FUCK, anyone that I actually feel the same way about?! fuck fuck fuck I tried to sell frittatas to Tess' boyfriend today.