Today threw a good amount of curveballs at me. I started it happy, grew sad and the end- I know I’ve never had such a great birthday. Every moment of it was great, from the moment Justine and I ate Dunks to this moment where my head lay on a pillow, and a clean towel. It was amazing. First off, I finally did something I’ve been saying I wanted to do- I GOT MY NOSE PIERCED!!! This is one thing I get to cross off of the ever growing “Things I Want To Do Before I Die” list that I started last night. Then, fifteen or so of us went to Hooters! Which was an amazing experience. I’m so tired, but I’d just like to thank everyone who was part of my birthday. All the people who loved me enough to forget differences and become friends, pause feuds, and ban awkwardness. To my best friends- to the people who make me remember every day how wonderful life really is.
I just wish you hadn’t made the decsion you made, that we were all together right now counting down the hours instead of in a huge fight. Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday, I already changed it and uninvited people. Honestly, I hate change, boys, and growing up - and you’ve brought all of the above on to me tomorrow.
“If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.”—Terence McKenna on psychadelic drugs and consciousness-expansion. (via ohwell-ohwell) (via lsd-tree) (via mmeadowlark)
Today, I had one more gift to buy: a copy of ‘Fight Club’. I asked a person working at Best Buy if they had any in stock. The man wouldn’t sell me the last copy because I had broken the first two rules. FML
Olivia Peterson invited me to a cookie swap. Each person (30 girls) were invited and told to make 48 cookies each. When we arrived we put out all of our cookies- each took a plate and then we each pilled our cookies on! Then we ate a shitload. Then we watched Step Up and had a huge dance party!
Best group ever. I honestly don’t know how Olivia knew we’d all get along so well. Those girls were all so great. I love them all!
There’s a seventh grade who smokes doobies- Olivia Dumont
Today, I shared the story of my younger brother’s unexpected death with a friend. After telling him the story, I looked at him with teary eyes and he looked back into my eyes and said “I understand how you feel. That is almost as bad as when I lost my cat last spring term.” FML
i guess i'm just another mindless teenager who too-easily loses herself in fantasy and dreams of writing anonymous letters to people without faces and wants nothing more than to waste time rather than take advantage of it