Vatika's Diary

December 2nd, 2012

Dear Diary,

                        There is nothing worse than waking up at 7am on a Sunday, but that's what happens when you're used to waking up early. Today I went to Target to get a few things, and I ended up with a million different items. I am now the proud owner of a popcorn maker. Did I need a popcorn machine? No. Do I eat popcorn everyday? Also no. Do I even like popcorn? I don't. 

So then why did I buy it? Ever since I was little, I've been doing this. I would beg my parents to buy me t-shirts with words like "Princess" and "Little Angel" on it. All the girls at school had shirts like those. But I truthfully thought it was stupid and I hated those shirts. I found it ridiculous and pompous. Like "Oh look at me, I'm a Princess, and I want people to know that I am."

I have no idea if this popcorn machine is the same type of showing off situation as "Princess" t-shirts, but maybe it is. Maybe I'm just a big fat fake. Who am I trying to impress with this blasted machine? It's not like I have people come over anyway. I don't even watch movies and munch on popcorn. I munch on fried celery instead. Maybe I should go back to Target and return this piece of trash.

I do remember choking on popcorn one Fall afternoon. I bought myself a pumpkin spiced latte and Nathan was eating popcorn. I took the lid off to blow on my hot latte, and Nathan was screaming at me because I forgot to wash his favorite red tie. The popcorn flew out of his mouth and landed in my drink without me noticing. Then, I took a sip and choked. I was coughing for three minutes before it finally came up. I ended up throwing up the entire latte during my Philosophy class later that day. Nathan helped me clean up the mess. I was so humiliated. Nathan rubbed my tummy that night, but only after I scrubbed his red tie. 

Anyway, I need to iron my outfit for work tomorrow. I will write inside you later Diary. Goodnight.