Blah blah blah. I should start apologizing for my last post. It was really stupid but I needed to say something and since I knew she'll never know of it, I wrote an unsendable letter to her. People do that... to... help with their issues. Just not publicly. But still.
This week/weekend/whatever has been filled with so many kids! On Saturday my cousins Brenna and Collin came over with my aunt and uncle for a dip in the 75-degree pool. It was fun, though. I haven't actually SWAM (as in move around and went under water repeatedly) in quite a while. I got birthday presents, too, because I hadn't seen them in a while. Lots and lots of candy, and a lot was stuff I didn't like (though I'd never tell them that) so most of it was passed around to whoever wanted it afterward but I got me some M&M's and this Butterfinger bar. It was massive and sugary<3.
(Uh... I have no idea what happened here but a bit of the blog was cut off so...) exactly what will send on over the edge of insanity. It's encoded in kid's genes, obviously, because I know I was a little spitfire myself. I just figured I wasn't so... whatever. It's just... rargh. I guess I'm just not soft-hearted enough to care about her crocodile tears and need for attention.
Seeing her makes me kind of think of how dramatic I always get. I definitely want to work on shutting that up from now on. :\ But it's not like it's all bad; having conversations with young kids is actually pretty funny. Observe:
Kaitlyn: Do you think Muffin (morbidly obese bichon frise) can stand up on her back legs and use my tummy for her front paws
Me: Yeah, I'm sure she could, but I wouldn't try. She weighs about twice as much as you...
Kaitlyn: Oh oh oh...! I wouldn't want to fall and crack my head open!
Me: I hope you don't 'cause I don't have any needles and yarn to sew you up with!
Kaitlyn: O___O
Me: Nah, I'm just kidding. We'd take care of it professionally. I'd get a tailor.
Kaitlyn: Who's Taylor?
LOLOLOL. Not really funny. But I thought it was cute.
Oh, and Kaitlyn told me that she's a "juggalette". Swore on the hatchet and everything! Great influences her OTHER aunts are....
Today Dana's ex-boyfriend who she is still "intimately" involved with (Alex) and his best friend/my friend (Sam) came over and they forced me to hang out with them. I like them and think they're funny, but it's just awkward when they bring up my clothing style. Dana and her friends like dark shirts with crap bands like ICP [juggalette=spawn of bullshit bands] and I'm the one who's favorite color is not black or red and dresses in hopes of looking half normal (just ignore the face). I'm the so-called "preppy" one (which I totally deny. I am my OWN PERSON, KTHNX.) At one point Dana, being the desperate whore that she is, went into the bathroom and Sam and I later found out that Alex was in their with her and Jesus knows what they did. I just get really angry that she'd do anything to feel like she was worth something. It's fucking disgusting. Or maybe I'm just lonelier than I'll admit.
Listening pleasure: whatever www.pandora.com is throwing at mah ears.
Crushing on: Julia Nunes
Reading: still on The Cure. Not so good. :\
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