September 11, 2008.

Not much of a day, ya know? Did the norm at school, only thing different was it was 9/11. Rachel and I were talking about all the conspiracy theories in first period, even during the whole video they played. Ha, we're respectable. Not much to say about this day. I don't know. Ha. I walked with Joey to his locker today, again, probably will for awhile. I didn't feel like walking him to his bus, so I just left. He's a cutie. And Justin hopefully will put that hole through my penny that Joey gave me, if not, oh well. I'm cleaning my kitchen a little. Mostly just doing dishes and cleaning the stove and the counter tops. It's the second time I've cleaned the kitchen this week. Ha, my family is so messy, it's gross. We had a pizza box on the table for awhile too, but I wasn't cleaning that up. I told my mom I wasnt cleaning out the meat loaf dish, but looks like I have too. It's been sitting on the dish washer for a few days. She so lazy some times. Oh well. Ha.

Uh, I noticed today that I need to lose a massive amount of weight to have any gender find me attractive. I mean, I know my jeans are MASSIVELY loose and stuff, but I have a real bad stomach that I need to get rid of. I mean, girls that are in size two through ten should be happy with their bodies, but most I know are like "I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT!" FYI: many girls would love to be that small, for me, I'm no where near it at all. I mean, I don't know. Weight isn't my thing to talk about. I get real upset talking about it. I'm getting upset typing it now. Ha.

I've noticed a lot of people don't talk to me. What am I here for? Just ask a back up plan for you to talk to after you've seen all your other friends or nobody is there? I mean, come on. I have feelings too, you know. If we're suppose to be friends, put in an effort or two to talk to me. I've been sitting here for hours talking to myself. Nobody has been home all day but me. I don't know anymore what I am to do with myself. Honestly, I just feel like giving up on people and stop meeting people and stop talking all together. I know only like, three people read this daily and I'm all "MOO-OINK" about this because I'm keeping up with it because I feel like it's a good way to vent and making me feel like I'm not bothering any of my friends. Oh well, I feel like I have no friends. I'm just about to pull out my hair.

18 days, I believe.