I Need New Black Flats

No energy to blog.

Today, I worked 8am-5pm. It was exhausting. Then I had an hour lunch break and didn't know what to do with myself. I met this sweet girl who is new too and we bonded over that. I found out she just graduated high school and felt mighty old. Goddamn, I'm almost not a teenager. Did you know I turn 20 in just over three months? Once I turn 20 I am no longer a teenager and hence not allowed to use that as an excuse for my many inadequacies.

Speaking of work... It's getting better and I actually kind of like it now. Bizarre. The girl I spoke of earlier (as in... about three sentences earlier) reminds me aesthetically a lot of a girl from high school whose name rhymes with Beara Miley (The Worst). I have told this story approximately 79 000 times and every time I bring it up, someone undoubtedly says, "I'VE HEARD THIS STORY LIKE 60 TIMES," but whatever, bitches. This is my life.

What happened was that in cooking class in year nine, I was walking with my bowl of egg wash and Beara Miley bumped into me and I spilled my egg wash on the ground. She said to me, "Watch where you're going next time," with this disgusting smirk on her punchable face. I wanted to sucker punch her in the uterine area and watch her writhe around in pain, the silly bitch. Henceforth, I hated and continue to hate Beara Fucking Miley with every fibre of my being.

So, this new girl at work (Zoe) is facially very similar to Beara Miley but is about the sweetest girl out. This creates conflicting feelings in me and I struggle through every conversation to not burst out with, "NO, YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING."

Moving on (one day I'll get over this).

I got home about 30 minutes ago from a family friend dinner. It was boring but there was chocolate/coconut dipped strawberries and cherries.

Life is alright now. It's just kind of boring and I'm still wishing it would play out like a chick lit novel. Speaking of chick lit, I sat in the library the other day and read through the Princess Diaries 8. It was hilarious (I've never read a Princess Diaries book despite Meg Cabot being one of my favourite authors). I reflected on how shit funny Meg Cabot is and the brilliant things she comes up with. I don't care that it's unrealistic; it's escapism.

J