*sings* It's My Birthday, It's My Birthday...

No really it's my birthday! ^^ and I type this journal on my new laptop! So happy, and excited about it! Also anxiously awaiting the delicious smelling dinner my father is cooking! It's making my stomach growl! Can't wait to spend time with my family over dinner, and see my nephew, who now has teeth and is starting to walk! They grow up so fast! He's gotten so biiiig!

Went to Ocean City with friends for meh b-day, much fun. Though it rained for a bit and we didn't get to go to the beach which was sad... but yay for fisher's popcorn! It le rocks man!

Ok.... I shall go now... *waves*

Ah the amusing conversations one could have.

Person -Whoa your hair is purple!
Me- No wai!!!
Person- Why is your hair purple?
Me- You know, I asked myself the same question about two weeks ago, one afternoon when I woke up. As well as the questions: Where am I? Why is there a duck over there? Do I smell cookies? Why the hell does my head hurt so much? among other questions. None of which I could remember the answer to. I did however, suddenly remember the reason why I don't drink.
Person- Really?!
Me- No you idiot. I just wanted to dye my hair purple. What did you expect?
Person- oh....

*sigh* Alas I'm to lazy to say something like that to a person who has to inform me that my hair is purple, as if I didn't already know.

People amuse me. They also make me want to slam my head against a wall.

Why is it that I always go for months and months before I submit anything. Then randomly one day I go and post 'everything and the kitchen sink'? (Epi that line is awesome!) XD

Anyway... yay for art!



~Post 7 Pet Peeves!~
~pass it on~

1. I'm short. This is very obvious to me. Must everyone ALWAYS point this out? I like my height!

2. Why is it animals always have to stop right into front of me when I walk? That way I fall over myself trying not to step on them.

3. The hallway is wide enough for everyone. Stop elbowing me as I walk by!

4. When i'm talking to you, don't just suddenly walk away to talk to someone else across the room without telling me. It's rude when i'm in mid-sentence!

5. Do not grab my sides and squeeze. It hurts. I have ribs and other bones there. And when you jab me in the sides I will get angry and hit you back.

6. I am mildly OCD when I ask you not to crumple something or mess something up, please don't do it. It makes me sad. I'll only forgive you if you're my good friend.

7. If I ask you to stop talking about something, please stop. I'm uncomfortable with it. And when I tell you NOT to touch me. Or get the hell away from me, I mean it. Listen to what I say. Or I will freak out.

I'm sorry.

But maybe I get a little bitchy sometimes. Maybe I should be allowed to have my off days. Maybe I get upset when my best friends yell at me when I try to help them. Maybe I didn't know that they've heard it all before. Maybe I go over your house all the time because I wouldn't see you otherwise. Maybe I like being somewhere, where I thought that people liked being around me. Maybe I don't have any where else where I felt accepted. Maybe I took all the bitchy, mean moments that everyone is allowed to have and didn't judge you because I love you like sister. I forgave you for any mean or rude times like I always have and always will because everyone deserves that, and to be accepted and loved by someone. Maybe I didn't know that I hurt you. Maybe I didn't know that you were crying like I am now. Maybe that's because you hid it from me. I can't always tell what you're thinking, i'm not a people person I'm not good at reading people. So you have to tell me. You know i'll always be there for you. That's what our friendship means to me. I'll always be there for you. I won't judge you. No matter if I don't agree with you all the time. Or when you confuse the hell out of me. Or when we're screaming at each other and by the end we can't even remember why we were fighting. Maybe I don't bring out the best in you, or your most lively side. But I thought you were happy when we were together. I always was. Maybe I'd like to not be put down all the time too. Maybe I have issues too. Maybe I hide them because I don't feel like I'm important enough for anyone to care or pay attention. Maybe for once I would like to feel loved and cared about. Or maybe I'm a shitty friend. Maybe some people don't deserve anyone. Maybe they don't have the right to be cared about. To have anyone loyal and kind. Maybe I'm one of those people. Who knows? I'm offically a public jerk now so it doesn't matter what I say.

All I know is that we may be insecure, issued, mean people and screwy friends. But when we're friends at least your MY screwy friend. And i'm YOUR screwy messed up friend. And at least when we're friends we know that we have someone who cares.

I'm sorry.

Just wanted you to know that I love you. Always will. You're one of my best friends.