Your Inner Blonde is Jenny McCarthy

Sure you're hot, but the only guys you seem to attract are twelve year old nose pickers. Maybe you'll make a comeback, but you've got to lay off the bodily functions.


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The last day has been a day for me to do some thinking. I submitted my Blockbuster schedule in to Jan at Spencer's, and as usual, there is a conflict on here. Like today--I'm working 4 to 10 at Blockbuster, but I'm also working 4 to 9:30 at Spencer's. Here's how I rule it out: Sheri at Blockbuster is giving me more hours because she knows I'm pretty much open to work whenever. Plus, Blockbuster is a whole fifteen minutes away. Spencer's is at the mall, which is a half hour away, and I'm only earning ten (or less) hours a week. I'm still training at Blockbuster. I think I'd rather be working there tonight, so I'm going to have to call up at Spencer's later on today and let Jan know I won't be able to make it in tonight. I don't like this confict and I don't like having to give up my hours, but I think we have too many people working on the schedule that get less than ten hours a week and it's really not worth it. I mean, come on. Jennalee, Josh and I all had to get second jobs because we just aren't earning enough. And if it comes down to it, if I have to quit Spencer's, big deal. I've been bitching and complaining that I'm underpaid and underemployed over there anyway. This is a good reason for me to bolt.

Where else has my mind been wandering to? Something very unexpected. Since we have no more cable but we can still surf the satellite (which is pointless--when I get the money, I'm pitching in for ComCast), Mom and Dad stumbled onto some art show on a wild feed on Saturday afternoon. And as usual, they started getting their stupid "get rich quick" schemes for my future. (I really hate when they go on like that.) As I'm getting ready for work at Blockbuster, I overheard Dad say something like, "Man, do you think that maybe if we had let Holly persue some sort of art career when she was younger, she'd be successful at it?" He and Mom did some thinking to themselves about it. Then Dad had the balls to say something along the lines of, "Do you remember when that guy from that art school called back when she was still a freshman and offered her to take those classes? Maybe if I weren't in such a bad mood that night and said 'no,' she could have made something out of it."

Well, too late NOW, Daddy!! He was the one who had to make a huge-ass stink about it that night. Yeah, he's right. I really, really enjoyed art. I persued it with a passion all throughout middle school! I had high ambitions to work for the Disney studios when I grew up! I wanted to work on the animated movies, or even be an Imagineer or something. But nooooo. I send in an application for art school and a guy from the school calls me up to let me know about some special art classes for young high school students like me, and just because my dad was "in a bad mood," a little part of me died. My ambitions were wasted. Ever since, I haven't really as been devoted to my art. Why is it that so many "authority" figures are against art as a career choice? I remember telling my guidance counselor that I wanted to be a comic book artist (a manga artist, to be specific):

counselor: Why? It's not like we offer Japanese languages courses here at Lowell High School. How will you be able to understand the language?
me: I can take independent courses, can't I?
counselor: Besides, art isn't a very productive career anyway. Besides, you're excellent in your English courses, and you did some work for the middle school's newspaper. I'm going to recommend you to sign up for the high school newspaper. Journalism would be an excellent career path for you.
me: Uh, okay. Sure, whatever.

Lesson learned here, folks? Don't ever listen to your high school guidance counselor. They don't do jack shit for you anyway. Oh, and don't listen to your parents. One "bad little mood" can set you back for the rest of your goddamn life. Thanks a lot, Daddy.

News on the WrestleMania front. Kevin is fighting the good fight for me to show up as well. He told me not to worry about it, seeing as how at least ten other people will end up being there as well. Besides, I got the inside info from him at Rocky this weekend. Word is, he and Amanda have only been out on one date, and by Saturday, he hadn't even heard back from her yet. Dan made it seem like they were about to be serious, and it's nothing close to that yet. (If they do end up hooking up long-term, that's honestly no big deal. But just the way Dan made it sound...and then to set it up for him to bring Becky...what a scumbag.) It's dawned on me. He won't admit it, but he wants to make me jealous. How am I going to fight this? Simple. I'm going to look gorgeous. I'm going to be my absolutely fabulous self. Why, do you ask? Because it is quite obvious that Dans till holds some stupid torch for me. I hate to sound conceited about it, but it's true. Why else is he being so adamant about holding on to our so-called friendship? So I want her to see what a jerk he is, see just how much attention he pays to me while she is around. Oh, you should have seen it when we exchanged those jokes of Christmas presents. He kept offering to get me a drink or something from the Dollar Store or pick up my lunch or whatever. I kept thinking, "Geez, way to go, Dan. Real smooth. Kiss my ass a little more with your girlfriend around." And yes, I want to stir up some argument between the lovebirds just so he can see that she's just his rebound. And then I want to stomp all over Dan's heart a little more because the only reason he wanted to hool up with me in the first place was just to get laid and not be a virgin anymore. I am not that easy, and I'm not a tramp. I have a little more dignity than that.

I said it before, and I'll say it again. Dan is pretty much the real-life version of Brad Majors, right down to the geeky glasses and haircut:



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