Woke up a million times but get up at 1. Clean myself up, I've plateaued at 117 lbs. Mom picks me up, we got to the strawberry festival. Dana and Moira are painting faces. It ends at two. I fill in my raffle tickets with silly names like the easter bunny, santa claus, and tatortot. I was driving home, first I almost scratched the bottom of the car on the gutter, then I couldn't see around sue's stupid car. Mom yelling to back up, I back up, she's yelling stop, I'm hitting the brake and nothing happening, I figure it's the other peddle, I ******* slam backward into the stupid senior stalling behind me. He's honking, my mom's swearing, I'm apolygizing and I start crying. He's kidding, I barely dented his license plate, I can't stop crying and I refuse to drive home. I'm really dreading driver's ed now, which I start on the 30th. Hell. I really don't want to =[. I calm down after a while of my mom telling me it's ok, it happens to everyone. I eat gouda cheese and oatmeal, stupid, I know. Made me feel better. Go to work. Working cotton candy? I work register. It's alright. A lot of cool people at the international food stand. Seriously wish I spoke spanish. Got yelled at about food tax by a crazy french lady. Ate a cheese quesodilla and some delicious french fries with vinegar. Get all turned around on break. We close early, I always get the feeling the spanish people are talking about me, making fun of me. Then again, I have paranoia issues. Btw, extra sleep is not fixing anything. If at all, I'm more tired than ever. But I wait a few days to see if it's just my strenuous activities. I am COVERED in bug bites. They are driving me completely insane. I'm making my dollfie an alice in wonderland dress. Without a pattern or even a ruler! I have no time for such nonsense. I'm really thirsty. I miss steve. I need a shower, very badly. I just don't seem to have the ******* time. Tomarrow morning, I swear.
And for the record, Gabriel, a spanish boy at work, called me sexy. I felt pretty chill.