Everything I Needed to Know I Learned at the Movies - Part 1
Ok, if the most famous beautiful movie star in the world can fall in love with an ordinary guy, why can't it happen to me? (In the opposite way obviously). I know, I know, this was only a movie, but the Titanic did sink in real life didn't it? (Somewhat screwed up logic, but I'm trying here). Seriously, why can't my fabulously rich and handsome soulmate Ethan Crane fall in love with me? I even dreamt about Ethan after seeing 'Notting Hill' last night—that he would show up at my door just like Julia Roberts showed up at Hugh Grant's house. Oh, and speaking of Julian, I would kill to have that wardrobe. Note to self: find out what kind of sunglasses she was wearing—they would look hot on me! Maybe I'll go online right now and see what I can find...
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous... Someday (soon!)
Just went on-line and found a great knock-off pair of Julia Roberts' sunglasses. Some day I'll be able to afford the real ones when I'm Mrs. Ethan Crane, but right now as Ms. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald I can't even afford the imitations! It's times like these that make me feel jealous of Whitney. I know she's my best friend and all but sometimes it's really really hard not to want what she has. She can even use her mother's credit card! It must be nice to not have to worry like I do about money all the time. Anyway, I'll just have to come up with a way to save up for the sunglasses until the day money is no object (a logical solution would be to get a job but that's just way too... logical). And who want's that?
Would You Like fries With That?
Luis must be crazier than I gave him credit for if he truly believes I will be working at the Burger Hut. That's really the kind of image I want when I finally meet Ethan—a grease-smelling, apron-wearing waitress at the local burger joint! Maybe when hell freezes over... And what is with this town anyway—that the only two jobs avaliable to me are flipping burgers or scaling fish at the cannery? I just read in 'Seventeen Magazine' a blurb about the interns who are working there for the summer. I can't even imagine how cool that must be—spending your summer learning about the magazine and the fashion world. Nothing like that ever happens in Harmony... it's no wonder I have to spend my time fantasizing about Ethan.
Brothers are People Too
I may not have let him know it, but it really meant a lot to me when Luis opened up his feelings before. I can count on one hand the number of times he's actually revealed something personal to me. It makes me sad when I think about him not being able to pursue his dreams of going to college and studying law. I guess it kinda makes sense now why he's always bugging me about my future—he wants to make sure I actually have one. The thing is, I know I will have a great future with Ethan—and it won't just be great for me, it will be great for my whole family. I can help Luis go to law school and Miguel go to college. I would buy Mama a beautiful house just like the Cranes' with tons and tons of servants... Maybe I could even help her find Papa. A girl can fantasize, can't she?
What Dreams May Come
We must be star-crossed lovers. It's the only way to explain how I just missed meeting Ethan today not once, but twice. Normally, I'd be completely bummed about this (I still want to kill Luis for sending him away—so much for that sibling bond I felt earlier...) but I'm just so psyched that he actually came to this house! Just like in my dream! If that doesn't prove that we are absolutely destined to be together, I don't know what does. Wait till I give Whitney the 411 on this latest development (along with a big "I told you so"!). P.S. Love the nail polish mom brought home from the Crane's. Provocative Pink is definitely my color. Note to self: always keep nails manicured—well groomed nails are the sign of a true lady (read that in Glamour!)
Hell froze Over
What as I saying about hell freezing over before I became a grease-smelling, apron-wearing waitress at the local burger joint! So much for that. Yup, here I am, taking a break from my first day of flipping burgers and serving fries. Darn—Roy just called me over. Life is so cruel.
Getting fired—In More Ways Than One
Just for the record—my life has officially hit rock bottom. I am standing here watching the Burger Hut burn down.... thanks to a fire set by yours truly. Hey, I guess I won't have to work here anymore (haha)!
My life is a Soap Opera!
Good thing I've been carrying this journal around lately the way my life has been one crisis after another. I'd never be able to remember all the drama by the time I went to sleep at night! It hurt so much just now to see another woman in my Ethan's strong arms. If only I could get out of Harmony so I wouldn't have to see this. I wonder if they're still casting for the Real World... I'd be perfect for that show. That would be cool!
Why Me?
Here is a list of everything that has gone wrong today:
forced to work at the Burger Hut
Spill tray of milkshakes on mad I love
find out person I spilled paint on was man I love
Dumb barbeque sauce over man I love
Set fire to the Burger Hut (yea!)
Get fired from the Burger Hit
fortune teller tells Whitney her father's going to murder someone (my fault she went to the fortune teller)
See the man I love kissing that woman
forced to work at tha canary
I think they're going to have to turn my life into some tragedy-filled movie of the week. Wonder who would play me... but that's beside the point. Is it possible I'm cursed? Anyway, told Whitney I was just going for a walk... better get back before she worries.
Livin' La Vida Loca"
Isn't it crazy how life can change? Just a little while ago, I truly thought my life was over, but now I'm absolutely positive that one day I will be Mrs. Theresa Crane! Sure that fortune teller I just talked to was a little strange, but she really seemed to know what she was talking about (well, I guess besides all that weirdness with Whitney's dad...) Whatever. It's kind of like when you read your horoscope and you believe parts of it you want to believe. Well, one thing's for sure—I definitely want to believe the part about being Mrs. Ethan Crane. I gotta go find Whitney. Actually, maybe I shouldn't tell her I went back to the fortune teller. Maybe I'll find Miguel.
