My mom took my car to her churchy Bible study thingy, and my dad and I went to get it. That's not what I want to write about, though. THIS is what I want to write about: A hot girl there, probably about 18 years old, kept smiling at me. :D I highly doubt it meant anything since this was some Southern Baptist church, but it made me feel so good! She had long, brownish-red hair and green eyes, and she was pretty smokin' hot.

Then my dad started telling me I should meet this girl who lives down the street. I've seen her before; she's pretty cute. And we have the same kind of car, only in different colors! Hahaha, yes! Screw you, French Class Girl; I'M gonna start getting all the girls! I'm also going to steal your skank army. They are all going to like me waaaayyy better than you, FCG. They're gonna be all like, "Oh, Super Duck is sooooo awesome! FCG was such a freakazoid, and she totally wasn't hot or intelligent or charming or anything! Ewww, why did we like her?" And then NO GIRLS AT ALL WILL LIKE YOU! Muahahaha!

Also, I am never eating fast food ever again. I just had some Wendy's chicken nuggets, and I feel totally disgusting. This adds to my strange feeling of off-ness lately. I don't know what's wrong. I just feel... I don't even know. Blah. I especially don't feel like facing school tomorrow. Eww, school.

Was there a point to this journal? No. I just wanted to share the fact that an attractive older girl smiled at me.