Current State of the Me Union

Uggh. Sometimes my parents can be sooo close-minded.
Like last night, before dinner. My parents went nuts because I even suggested that owning a pair of Sevens would be cool. They went on and on about how I would never get a pair of $200 jeans, how it would be a waste of my money and time, and how frankly they'd feel bad if they themselves wore a pair of $200 jeans. Me, no so much. I've always had luxurious tastes, and owning pricey jeans would be right up my alley. I know they would never pay for me to have Sevens, so I don't even pretend that they would. But why are they allowed to control what I purchase with my money? hmm. I didn't expect them to agree with that idea, because honestly, that's just not them. And I know money's a little tight. Paying for private school is not easy. We weren't a ton richer when Nate and I went to free, public school, but I'm always have this sense that more unnecessary things were bought 3 years ago. SO I really didn't actually expect them to say yes, we'll buy you some unneeded jeans! to me, but I didn't expect them to go all moral on me, either. Hmm. Whatev. But that's not at the top of my foodchain of problems. There's this girl who really bugs me, but I can't get rid of her. She kind of got the impression that we were bffs last year, but I don't know how. I didn't invite her to sit with me at lunch, or go places, or sleep over, or really talk to her large amounts, either. But now she's attached herself to me like a leech, and unfortunatly, it's going to talk a lot more than salt to remove her. Life was perfect before she entered my lovely little clique-ish scene (my friends and I are not very clique-ish, but there's no denying that we are one), but now my serenity is shattered by her many needy, low-self-confidence randomness. She whines and worries about everything, and will never just leave it at that. Also, she asks me all these questions like, why are those boys talking to us? What does she mean by that? Random whinyness? Seriously. Last year, I just went with it, but now... Well, let's just say I'm a self admitted wannabee social climber. I am one of the shallowest people I've ever met, but at least I admit it. And part of my shallowness is my need to rise to the top. Already, my other friends are the perfect populars, and I know that we'd be the most popular people if That Girl wasn't dragging us down.