I Didn't Play With Barbies And Other Reasons I'm Not Cool

I didn't play with Barbies. Or any of those dolls that allow you to give them makeovers with play makeup or by cutting their hair. As a result, I'm cosmetically challenged and have suffered a series of bad haircuts. These are my confessions.

Friday, November 19, 2004

Shove It, Donald

I'm pleased to hear that this blog is actually gaining readers! God bless you. I was starting to think you guys didn't enjoy my rambling.

After taking a long overdue and well deserved 'mental health day' I was jolted back into the real world with the realization that I still have $1000 left to raise for our senior trip to Florida (despite my lobbying for New York). And just to top off this perfect, first-day-of-menstrual cycle-esque day I was informed of my shortcomings by none other than the Donald Trump of our senior class...only with better hair and slightly more elitist. Oh you know who I'm talking about people. Anyway, I'm currently taking donations....or selling calendars for a low, low price of $6. Whichever you prefer.
I'm taking out my aggressions by dancing around mindlessly to "Kids In America" by The Muffs. Speaking of which...someone buy me the "Clueless" soundtrack. This one I borrowed from Stacy skips. Oh, and "America: The Book." Because Jon Stewart is dreamy. Oh yeah, I said it.

Also...a quick good luck to Anna with hope that she will snag the King of Nerdom come Monday. Seriously, he stole the title from Anthony Michael Hall in a science fair free-for-all. Which is absolutely wonderful. I love nerds and advocate adorkability everywhere.



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