Watched "Wonder Boys," last night. I was like, "Whatev, I'll watch this Tobey Maguire (movie) while I work on my homework." Well, he wasn't hot, by any stretch of the imagination in that film. (He was beyond scary in it!) And I didn't do anything, I just ended up talking to Rachel for hours.
Babysat today, from noon to about 5 in the afternoon. I changed my first diaper today. Shutup! I'm an only child. I never suffered through all that crap, literally. Sorry, "crap" was a Mr. Bagaman pun. Anyway, now I'm sitting around, waiting for some new AD tonight, which I'm psyched out of my mind for.
Did you know that Rachel likes Simple Plan too? I don't feel so annoyed with myself, knowing that the other half of shmexy understands me.
Nicole: New confession, Rachel, it gets better. I think that the lead singer is... um, quite good looking.
Rachel: SO DO I! And his name is Pierre. That's hot.
Nicole: You're alone with that thought. Way too French.
So Rachel and I are right, and the rest of you are wrong, and you'll just have to find some way to cope. Copa-Cabana... Sorry.

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