7:48 p.m.
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13 February, 2004

Friday the 13th!!!!!!!! And we've all got VD tomorrow. I talked to Shy Boy today. I played the damsel in distress and asked him to help me with my psych paper. I am such a manipulative bitch-girl. He spoke to me for the whole hour, and then, when I thanked him, he gave me the purest smile. Bless him and his alienatedness.

I remember what it was like to be that shy, and I don't intend to ever let anyone suffer if I can help it. Plus, I got help with psychology, the science of demons. But now, I think the lecturer suspects me to be a little slow... he started drawing diagrams on the board purely for me.

I wish everyone would shut up about how depressing VDay is. Bloody lemmingness of them, I think. If they don't like it, don't celebrate it. Do something else, for the love of cheese. Personally, I like the additional redness to the scenery and the fact that all the slurpy couples won't be out tomorrow night, annoying me. I like that all the shops are full of rubbish that I don't want to buy, so that I don't spend my money. Maybe the whole hating it thing has to do with that weirdness that made Bridget Jones so popular. I sometimes wish that all women like that would just go away and pine away quietly, leaving more room for the interesting, whole people. They shouldn't have survived for so long anyway since they can't exist alone.

I know, harsh, but very, very true.