YAY! We're going to make a movie! Anyway, OLP is the sex. Just so you know. Mm, Canadians. They're Canadian, right? Okay. Yeah. Holly got kinda mad at me when I was like, "Yeah that's why I like my job. I'm the youngest, and I'm with a ton of college graduates and professors who are more interested in my skills and now how I look." She was like, "I like where I work too." Okay. I kinda bit back at her. When I said, "You know, I just guess I stopped caring what they think of me at school. They're all morons anyway." And she went all quiet and said, "I care what they think." I said, "You don't care what they all think. You care what the boys think." She was like, "No. I care what my coworkers and boss think of me too." She works at Lee's. "I want to look nice for them." And I admit, I kinda rubbed my super cool job in her face. But she hurt me kinda. By not having makeup on or doing my hair with serum and straightening irons and hair blow dryers....That makes me ugly? I don't look nice? That's why she pisses me off. "Stupid Girl" comes to mind. Just the title. I'm glad my brain is worth more than my face value. Apparently it's gotta be coated in liquid/powder/pencil for it to be considered decent, according to Holly W. and the rest of the crowd at my school. And you know what? They were all fetuses once.