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C is for Cookie! And Chubby! And not-Cheap! And aaargh! Sagen, Amanda, and I went to see the school play and then went to dinner last night. I felt special, having actually done something on a Saturday. The play ("The Murder Room") was actually very funny. Minimum cringe-worthy line deliveries and cheesy moments, always good. Our favorite part was when the lights went off, then came back on, and the two boys were practically making out. "Of course, Pixie, that would be YOUR favorite part," you say. Yeah, you got a problem with that, punk? Also, I think I'm just a little bit in love with that Kyle boy. But don't tell Sagen. No, really, don't, because she just reads this anyway. I'm smart, s-m-r-t.Today was Girl Scout cookie day. Eating Thin Mints in between lugging boxes around. I have a love/hate relationship with Girl Scout cookies. More hate than love, because 1) you have to SELL the damn things, I mean, what's with that, 2) when you eat as many as we order they make you fat, and C) they're too expensive. But they're so good. I'm sure I've mentioned in here that I'm a Girl Scout. Or perhaps I haven't, because I don't like to. The standard reaction is "Aw, how cute," with varying levels of sarcasm. But I'm not a very good Girl Scout. I can't remember the last time I saw my vest, it's stuffed so far back in my closet. And meetings have evolved into mainly eating pizza and chatting. God, I'm a diary reviewer's nightmare, aren't I? I do the "what you did that day" thing they all hate. And it's because, to be honest, when I write something serious I feel stupid. And...you don't really care what I did today, I'm sure. But you REALLY don't care about the little things I'm moping about, aka my "emotions." Fact is, I'm 15, boyfriendless, making average grades, have an average home life, and fantastic friends. So which of those do you think I'm going to write about? Don't know what brought that on. Because I do hate when people apologize for being boring in their diaries, and that's exactly what I just did, isn't it? I need more cookies. 2004-03-07 @ 5:52 p.m. |