Today I'm at Allison's. Mom and Dad are taking my brother to boarding school. You know what I hate about him going to boarding school? Everything I say my mom will reply, "After we get your brother off to school." I'm important too!!! I have troubles too! I need stuff for school! WHY ME?
Allison and I have been looking through her sister Rachel's magazines like YM and Seventeen and stuff. Right now Allison is giving me a test on what kind of guy I would attract. It's fun. I attract: MR. MELLOW:
"Having a good time is very important to this guy. He's witty, relaxed and happy to entertain you (as long as it doesn't take too much effort). Rarely angry, he takes everything in stride and tends to forgive quickly."
If only the quizzes in YM and Seventeen had proved the be right. It really would have saved me from a lot of big mistakes. This guy sounds great, but I don't seem to manage finding him. Even Patrick is kind of a neurotic mess. I don't know about his wit (god forbid i TALK to the guy) but he definitely was not relaxed.
More importantly, how did I manage to answer questions that led me to that result?? What mellow dude would want to date the narcissistic, angst ridden DISASTER of an 11 year old that I was?? What did I say to make Seventeen Magazine believe I was deserving of some chilled out wonderful guy?
(I mean, see the first paragraph of this SAME ENTRY. My self pity and victim complex knows no bounds.)
In case you didn't notice, there is a huge chronological break between this entry and the last one. That is because I got really boring during the summer months and my journal is full of exciting information like what I ate and how good my tennis game/lizard-house-making/singing/swimming was.