Preteens, Walgreens, and skinny jeans.

Today I volunteered at eighth grade registration, which I think is the most genius idea I've had all summer. Some of the parents were a little freaked out that I knew so many of their kids' names (Daniel's mom looked positively appalled when I gave him a hug). But I think for the most part the students appreciated the upperclassman attention. Good karma, check.

I'm not entirely sure why I haven't volunteered before. It's a lot of fun! I was sharing a table with Edwin Ho, who is one of the nicest and funniest guys in our grade. Our station was the last place people stopped at before leaving, because we had to collect the checkoff list. We had this brilliant little script that constantly changed, and it included hand motions and everything. And when we weren't busy, we took pictures of ourselves and danced behind the table. You love us.

After registration, I found Justin and his crew hanging out near the English building. He started nagging me because he was bored, so I suggested that we go to Walgreens. Sam, of course, wanted to go, so off we went. The trip to Walgreens wasn't that exciting in itself, but I was still glad. We got drinks and headed back to school, where Sam and I argued over the circumference of Justin's ankles. He was wearing his skinny jeans again, which made me depressed. I want his metabolism. Cue teenage angst. Agh.

And now I'm home, left to nothing except masses of homework, college research, and my job in the evenings.

What to do, what to do? I wish I could fit those boys in my pocket.

Edit:
<sub>Apparently Justin left his wallet in my car.

...

Heh.</sub>

I have a job!

_{Doll money, here I come!}

Yes, it's true! I'm now working for Regal Cinemas in Garden Grove.

"Not hiring" my ass. Ha! Take that economy crisis!

I'm very, very happy.

Also:

_{[13:43] sardothienn: my word.
[13:43] sardothienn: this means I have gas money!
[13:44] Juhsteeen xD: now you can drive me around in ur box more often :D
[13:44] sardothienn: I thought you hated my driving.
[13:44] sardothienn: and my box's name is Jesse.
[13:47] Juhsteeen xD: o o"
[13:48] sardothienn: I'm serious.
[13:49] sardothienn: you're not going to call him a box, are you?
[13:49] sardothienn: because he doesn't appreciate that.
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: yes
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: hes the box car
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: at least you didnt get
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: the seriously boxish Scion
[13:49] sardothienn: oh, you mean the hearse?
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: yes
[13:49] Juhsteeen xD: jesse has curves (;}

Peace!

The truth is.

I never loved you.

Th boy in the canned food aisle at Albertson's.

Was a young, beautiful thing. All long legs in skinny jeans and and lovely, high cheekbones and a smile that could swallow the world.

Thirteen, I'm guessing. Sixth or seventh grade. Standing next to the shopping cart as if posing for Vogue. Leaning slightly against the shelves, hair in his eyes, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Grumbling as his mother scolds him for not helping her with the shopping. Eyes lighting up upon entering the candy and cookie section.

I can't help but think of the kiddopie that I've become so fond of. How he'll beg me for candy and sweets and attention. I'll look at the Albertson's boy whining to his mother for Oreos and think that it's all too familiar.

Because deep down, young boys are all the same.

They just want to be loved.

I hate.

That I can't say no to you.