You Can Tell

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I really am very, very tired. I spent eight hours and fifteen minutes cherry sorting today. Possibly the most boring job in the world, but as my mother helpfully reminded me I can't afford to be picky. It reminds me of last summer, which is nice, but I winder how much things have changed. A lot, I think, which is just as well. This year I'm working on Bruny which is kind of cool, and K is working too. On Bruny there are boys in the packing shed *shock horror*, at Domeneys (where I worked last year) boys didn't sort. One of them is quite lovely. He was standing in the wrong place today which was upsetting. It was fun working with K but I feel certain she thinks she's so much better than me because she has her licence and has a boyfriend, even though she's younger than me. But then I get really bitchy abd bitter and twisted and then I hate myself. So I'm trying not to think about it. Whoever says girls aren't competitive has no idea.

My back is sunburnt from a few days ago as is my face, which is making me feel very sleepy. My parents are watching a wild life doco and getting way too involved. Oups, may have just yelled unreasonably at them. Other news? none. Life continues.

This entry is unthought and unedited. *falls asleep on keyboard*