Dear Diary,
Today has been a really hard day. I don't know how to explain it. It's just one of those things: I guess you could call it a funk? This whole day has been a drag. Ever since I got out of bed this morning, I've known that nothing good would happen.
I was feeling really down and all, so I thought it might make me feel better to go to Blockbuster and rent a good movie. Except when I got there, there was nothing--and I mean nothing--worth renting. Ok, I admit that it's possible that lack of enthusiasm on my part had more to do with the inability to find a good movie. Normally I might have spotted something, but not today. I think my mom said it's called a self-fulfilling prophecy. Whatever.
So then I thought I might feel better if I flirted a little with the guy working there. He sort of responded, in fact, he even took his break so he could hang out with me, but he wasn't even remotely cute. I was actually kind of embarassed by my actions. I guess it was kind of mean to lead him on, but it was really harmless. Anyway, he wasn't even overly interested, maybe because I wasn't very interesting to talk to. I couldn't think of a thing to say, plus my mood was sort of apparent after two minutes of conversation. The really horrible part? I kept imagining throwing myself up against a tree. Or maybe dancing with a monkey. Or something weird like that. I don't know, anything to make me smile, but somehow, none of my usual tricks were working and my less than charming self could not maintain Josh(?)'s attention.
Then some cute blonde walked up and he said his break was over.
So now my MOM wants me to shuck some corn with her. My life is a disaster.
Signed,
PatheticLoserSquared
AKA
TheCornShucker
