I slept for almost 20 hours straight yesterday. I had no Sunday night and Monday morning. But from now on, until I feel like going back, I will be home-schooled. Hmmmm, what will my life be like?

Nothing much happened since I last wrote. Me and T.T. opened the store on Sunday. It was April Fools Day. Tricia played a good one on T.T. and I totally fucked up my attempt to mess with Nick.

Speaking of Nick, he's so hot. Yeah, he came in on Sunday morning and he was standing in front of the counter and I was sitting on the counter... this is what that was like:

"So, yeah, then me and my friend went out and we got so drunk," Nick starts telling stories of his drinking.

"Oh, really?" Damn he's hot. Seriously, I want to do things to him that haven't even happened in porn movies. "Oh, uh huh, drunk."

"Then we..." Nick continues on with his story.

"Uh huh." Man, how come I didn't realize he was this hot a few years ago. I could've been all up on him before he even knew what was happening. "Oh really? That's cool."

"So I'm just standing there..."

Nod. Nod and smile, Rachel. He doesn't know you're not listening to him because you're having sexual fantasies about him that are possibly illegal. Laugh. Pretend it's funny. Pretend you care at all about what the hell he's talking about. He doesn't have to know that you're thinking about him in 67 different compromising situations.

"Yeah, so I should probably get back. See you guys later," Nick says as he grabs his chips and drink and walks out.

"Yeah, see ya," I timidly call after him. I look over at T.T., who's casually filling cigarettes into the rack. "Yup, Nick's hot." That's all I can say after everything I was thinking. Nick's hot.

"Yeah, I'd ride him," she says. Ride him? RIDE him? I'd do a hell of a lot more than that... but she doesn't need to know that.

"Me, too."

Then I get up and sweep the store to try and release some of the tension I have inside. When sexually frustrated: clean, clean, clean!

That's it. I gotta get a guy.