I'm sixteen, whooohoo.
Rj never got around to asking me that question.
He had fallen asleep, and when he woke up he just didn't bring it up again.
I went out to dinner with my dad yesterday to celebrate, and today mfriend Maggie is coing over after scool for beer nuggets and movies.
I kind of just want to have a stereotypical sleepover, you know?
Scary movies, pizza, eating ice cream out of the tub.
Maggie can't spend the night though since it's her moms birthday tomorrow.
My least favorite question around my birthday is "What do you want for your birthday?"
I don't know. I don't really want anything. I just want the people who are far to be here, which won't happen. I want to be happy. I just, I don't know. I don't want a new phone, I don't want clothes, I just, don't, you know?
It's only 9:42am and I'm already kind of over the birthday thing.
