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2003-04-03

Who Stole the Cookies from the Cookie Jar??

Must stop eating Girl Scout cookies... Must stop looking at box of Thin Mints...

Yeah, that box of Thin Mints is looming over my head right this second. I've already polished off the Trefoils (Oooh, heavenly), so all that's left is to conquer the chocolately mint goodness that are Thin Mints.

Damn those cute Girl Scouts and their irresitible cookies!***

Every morning, I resolve to go upstairs and talk to David. You know--strike up a semi-interesting conversation, get in a couple of chuckles... or three. But the moment I stick my finger out to push the up button for the elevator, I remember how gross my hair is looking, and then decide to abort the whole thing. The hair thing is awful, I don't even bother to touch it, if I can help it. I get to see Theresa Saturday afternoon, thank God. Then I can start looking at myself in the mirror again (Yeah, right), and maybe get up the courage to talk to David.

Alina and Abelardo spent some time in our room tonight before Chelsea and I settled down the latest installment of ER, and I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit jealous. I love them both, I really do. But it isn't quite the same as having someone like that for yourself. I wonder if what was going on between me and David is ever going to formulate into anything serious or not. With my luck: probably not. But it's worth thinking about, isn't it?

I haven't called Natasha, and she hasn't called me, and I think that it's better if things stay that way for a while. Everything is awkward, and that's not really what my definition of friendship is. What is there to hide from Natasha? I've only known her what--almost ten years now? This is the girl who I sat and talked with every night on my swingset in my backyard until all but five years ago. I shouldn't feel weird around her. But now that I'm here and she's there, things are out of place. I don't want to go back, but I feel guilty if I don't, and... Well, you know the whole story.

I guess all I'm really looking for is a good friend.

Today's Soundtrack: "Never There," Cake

Best Part of the Day: Going to bed at 2 AM

Scariest Part of the Day: Either being honked and waved to by Brian-what's-his nuts, or getting cat calls from the local beggars along High Street.

***By the time I've finished this entry, I'll have eaten four more Thin Mints. Send a rescue squad, PDQ.

posted at 11:26 p.m.