7:59 p.m. - 06.05.2002
It's my birthday, yo!!!
It's my birthday, yo!
That's right. Yours truly has just turned 18!!!!!
Okay, so I'm feel the same. But ... different. It's odd, really. Like, I'm a grown-up now? I don't feel like one. I still feel like the 12 year old that I acted like yesterday. (And today.)
So many people remembered!! I didn't think that many people would, but they so did! Julia actually got me a present. She got me shaving gel (don't ask), mixed nuts (don't ask either), and candles. Molly made me a card... She's such a sweetheart! =) Becky bought me a soda, and Phanavanh gave me a dollar. Yeah.
My locker was decorated too. =) I don't know if other high school's do that sort of thing, but at Hamilton High School ... we do that: decorate lockers. And people usually decorate their friend's lockers on their birthday, with wrapping paper and ribbons and balloons and stuff.
And on June 5, 2002, ... My locker was decorated. By Micey, Becky, Marquita, and Robyn. (Andre even managed to leave me a happy b-day note.) *beams*
Me and my band, Mascara Stain, played after school today. Ooh!!! And tomorrow, yo! It's gonna be soooooo good! It's Yearbook Distribution day or something. And @ 1pm they hand out yearbooks, and it's just kind of a free day after that. So, Mascara Stain will be playing then. *strums a little ditty on her guitar* hehe...
My mom has been being kind of a bitch lately. But she asked me what time I would be home by. I told her six o'clock. Thinking maybe ... just maybe she's planning me a surprise party. But, no. And that's okay. I don't really like surprise parties. She said she wouldn't get me anything. I just didn't think she would live up to that...
Andrea called and wished me a Happy Birthday. And offered to take me to a porn store tomorrow! Yay me!
I really, really want $40 so I can go to the Green Day concert with Kelly!
It's my birthday, and this is like the birthday entry. But I have to talk about this, and I don't feel like doing a separate entry.
I know that I've only known Kelly for a few weeks, but I feel like this huge connection with her. It's not just having a few things in common. It's feeling the same about so many things... Anyway, I saw her today and she looked really forlorn. I don't want to force her to talk to me about what's bothering her; she doesn't have to. I just felt really bad. Like I could have done something. I asked what's wrong. She didn't tell me. I don't want to be a bitch ... so I didn't hassle her about it.
I mean, I feel like I can tell her just about anything. And I'd like for her to feel the same. In fact, I did tell her something today. Something really personal that I haven't told anyone at school about. I was kinda sad about it, and she was very sympathetic. I just wish I could've done the same for her.
You love me, don't ya? Get me something for my birthday from my wishlist!!!
