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Dreamed last night that I was competing for a date with that sick doofus Joe Millionaire -Evan Marriott. I was one of the last two girls, the other girl was Amanda, who I work with. He picked me and she started crying because she really loved him. I was like "No, pick her." But he was coming at me with these googly, in love eyes and it scared me so much i woke up. Gave me the heebie jeebies.

I just can't help being a bitch. I had to meet with my group to do a project on Brazil. I'm trying to be civil and they're like "Why do you hate us?" I told Ann that i was on my best behaviour and she says that I'm really sarcastic and people mistake it for bitchiness. So I have inept social skills. At least I amuse myself.