I'm not writing in here anymore.

Harry Potter release party last night with Lauren and Pat. Gotta love the Derek.

Went to sleep around 5 a.m. for undisclosed reasons.

Well, partially because I can't sleep on normal beds, and partially because I was reminiscing with myself.

I hate nostalgia.

Well, damn.

New conquest!

Take a shower backwards.

I am tired of eljay.

Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
I am so excited
That I'm turning sixteen.

...Eh. No.

Relatively average birthday to me.
Relatively average birthday to me.
I have a menstrual cramps,
And I plan on sleeping until three.

That's better.

I spent five minutes staring out the window at my new car.  Party Car.

A bird shat on it already.

I am afraid of my birthday.

I have Kinlee and Lacie dancing to Napoleon Dynamite. It's good to be the queen.

I want a kitten for my birthday.

So everyone pitch in and get me a kitten.

So, the 4th wasn't so bad after all. (I just smiled goofily.)

Is "goofily" a word?

I have figured out that I don't just hate most holidays, I pretty much hate them all.

Today isn't even the 4th of July and the it already sucks.

I want to move away.

I WANT YOU TO YELL AT ME.

Without someone to e-stalk, Livejournal is really a waste of my time.

But I have nothing else to do.

Happy birthday Jacki. Man, my sister is The Coolest.