Everybody says working at fast food joints is horrible. But I already enjoy my job...probably because I haven't been working long enough to hate it, but still. I can't work the grill very well, because I'm a dainty little girl and the grill is the hardest and fastest position, but I'm good with the fryers and everything else. I'm not doing as bad as I thought I would, but it is very fast-paced. I come home smelling like grease though, so now I have to wash my hair every night. But work is great. It's such a wonderful distraction from everything else.

Even though I have time to consider this, I already have my college of choice narrowed down to two possibilities: Columbia College in Chicago, and Knox College, which is in a town that's small, but way bigger than this town. At first I was certain I wanted Columbia, but now I'm reconsidering. Mainly because Columbia's in a huge city, and I don't like big cities. I never have. Too many people, too much noise...it's just not my thing.

But Columbia is SUCH an excellent college from what I can tell. And a bigger city means more people, more liberal thinking, and Columbia has an LGBT club. My chances of being around more LGBT people are probably better in Chicago than at Knox. BUT...should I force myself to be in an environment I don't like just to go to a cool college and increase my chances of meeting other lesbians?

Knox is in a town that I would be more comfortable in, but I don't know how many LGBT people you can find there. I guess I should just do more research. Both colleges have excellent writing and English programs...it's just the social aspect that I'm looking at right now. I would be so out of my element in Chicago, but there are SO many LGBT people. And maybe I should step out of my comfort zone...I don't freakin' know. Too much to consider.

I gave my phone number to the kid that asked me to dance at homecoming. I hope I've made it clear enough that we're just friends. He's been wanting us to hang out together. I really don't mind, as long as he doesn't view this as a date. Imagine how awkward it would be if he "made a move" or whatever the fuck it is that guys do with girls. I'm completely ignorant to all of the social rules when it comes to the opposite sex. But whatever. He's innocent enough.

Another counselor appointment in a week. I can't wait, as usual. It's circled on my calender. I suppose it should bother me that I'm still somewhat dependent on my counselor, but it's not like I would absolutely die without her. I think I could manage. But she's one of the few people I can talk to.

It's 11 o'clock at night right now. I really should be in bed. School tomorrow. Fuck it. I just wanna sit here and listen to my music some more. I'll regret this tomorrow in the middle of Calculus.

Jenna's song of the day: "Rise Above This" by Seether, my second favorite band.