OMG OKAY HI SO...
Literally cannot even right now like my hands are actual shaking typing this 😭. So today at lunch, right after I got my iced matcha (extra oat milk obv, because gross normal milk is literally toxic), Cheryl had the AUDACITY to sit at the middle table with us wearing a yellow plaid skirt.
EXCUSE ME???
First of all, yellow is MY color this week.
Second of all, it wasn't even real vintage, it was like... fast fashion 🤮.
I was literally like, "as IF you can just wear that on a Wednesday, Cheryl." And she was all like "Well, nobody said we couldn't!" like um, okay, read the room? The rule is literally pink on Wednesdays or at least like, pastel vibe. You can't just make up your own rules??? That is so not fetch.
Anyway, then Jason walked by-and okay, he was looking so majorly hot in his varsity jacket-and he literally LOOKED AT ME. Like, directly in my eye direction for 2.5 seconds. I know it was 2.5 seconds because I counted in my head. But then of course Stacy had to do that super fake loud laugh thing she does when she wants attention. She's so tragic, honestly. I'm totally buggin' because what if he thinks I'm friends with her?? I would literally rather drop dead.
IMPORTANT THINGS TO FIX MY LIFE ASAP:
Get mom to give me her credit card for the sample sale tomorrow morning (CRITICAL).
Figure out if Jason's story with the black heart emoji was about me or about his dog.
Completely ignore Cheryl until she apologizes for the skirt situation.
Do that stupid history homework about like... old stuff? Ugh, as if.
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