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Wednesday, January 02, 2002

I just got back from playing tennis with Ashleigh at the country club. It was an enjoyable afternoon, except for the fact that some strange looking middle class boys who worked there kept trying to talk to us. I think their job was to retrieve balls or something.

Ealier I went into the store and looked around before I purchased the skirt, and I decided that it wasn't really all that bad. Some of the girls who shop there are incredibly annoying and I certainly would never associate with any of them, but that doesn't mean that I can't purchase clothes there occasionally. I feel it was a good experience for me, because I actually lowered myself to a different level and discovered that it wasn't that bad. I love the clothes, but I still don't like the other types of people who shop there.

I will be attending an elite gathering at Michelle's, and I will also be holding the annual tryouts to be my friend. If somebody makes it, it doesn't necessarily mean I'll become best friends with them or anything. But I will give them the privilege of greeting them in the hallway, speaking to them in public, and occasionally inviting them to my gatherings. If they continue to impress me, I may become friendlier with them.
Ew, I really hope Katy doesn't try out. I'm preparing a questionnaire to ask all prospective try outers, and then I have to adjust the straps on my dress and wash my hair.

Here are things I don't like:

-People who somehow find a way to relate every situation you are in to either a commerical or a Friends episode. Those fools just can't realize that there is more to life than their precious TV sitcoms. I mean, I could say something as simple as, "I am in such a huge rush today, I have to go shopping and then hurry over to play tennis", and they could respond with, "That reminds me of that episode on Friends where Monica and Chandler were in a huge rush to get to a restaurant, and then they started fighting and pretending to be chickens!"

For the most part, I think TV is horrid. I have a big screen in my room, but I only use it to watch fashion episodes.

Another thing I dislike is Katy, the girl that I mentioned before, who is only trying to be friends with me and my friends so she will look good. She has this thing where she puts "Yeah" before every sentence. She also has absolutely no common sense, let alone fashion sense. And atrocious eating habits. She gobbles up everything in sight. Yesterday at lunch she announced that she was on a diet, right? So she notices me staring at her huge plate of fries.

Me: Oh you are, are you?
Katy: Yeah, today I'm only having one plate of fries.
Chloe: Well, that's an improvement.
Me: That's a big plate of fries.
Katy: Yeah, I dumped all the fries from my second plate onto this one.

Could she be any more plebeian-like?

Ugh, I am sick and tired of these lower class mongrels. Chloe and Catherine are here right now, and I think I may get them xanga accounts. Of course, they won't have anything interesting to say compared to mine. *chuckle*

So my new Emanuel Ungaro Parallele dress came today, and because my father knows some of the designers involved with the brand, I got a major discount and he only had to pay $800. I think I'll wear it tonight. Everyone will be so jealous. Anyway, I'm going to go downstairs, but if you wish to speak with me just phone my butler, and he will connect you to me! Ta ta!

ugh, this has been by far one of my worst days ever. first of all, one of the maids woke me up 15 minutes early this morning (by accident, but still, that's really no excuse) because she came into my room to dust something. THEN I didn't have time to blowdry my hair and to top it off, our elevator broke this morning so I had to take the stairs down to the dining room and I nearly tripped and sprained my ankle. I'm sure my cheerleading coach would have LOVED that.

School was fine, I suppose, except for the fact that some girl (I think her name is Emily or something) tried to sit with me and my friends at lunch. *rolls eyes* Her outfit was way weird, and I've never seen her before in my life. What makes her think she could do such a thing? Sigh. What fools. Oh and the other thing: I had to speak to some of those gross 'computer nerds' today so they could help me set up my journal. Oh well, I'm sure it was the highlight of their day.

The worst part though: Tonight, my maid actually tried to draw my bath in TAP WATER, when she knows that I only bathe in Evian water. And yesterday..she tried to use Deerpark. What does she think I am? Bambi ? I suppose I can't blame the poor fool.

Toodles!