My Journal

June 13th

I sat around most of the day until 5:00, when Sierra, Marie and I headed to the mall. We were getting Felicia's present, considering her upcoming birthday.

I laughed at realizing it was on Thursday, because there was always this commercial that spammed the radio in Philly, maybe you've heard it; an Australian bar/restaurant (the name I can't recall) that had special deals if your birthday was on a Thursday. In a thick Australian accent, the speakers voice always boomed through the speaker "its your birthday Thursday, celebrate the most important day of the year: your birthday". Why we found it so hilarious, I'm unsure. But something about it made all my siblings and I laugh.

We got her two twenty one pilots shirts and a TØP pin, as well as a pride pin. While Felicia is straight, she's a huge gay rights activist. She taught me everything I know about equality in every aspect of life; the sexes, sexualities, race, religion, ect...

But Sierra left her wallet at home, so we left it with the nice man at hot topic (who we'd had a depressing conversation about the Pulse Orlando shooting with) and Sierra promised she'd pay for it tomorrow.

We got home and John brought Sierra, Marie and I to PDQ, because Sierra felt too tired to drive. The jokes we made during the ride were consistent with the family's warped sense of humor.

When I got home, I felt like I could use a challenge in a writing type of way. So I asked my internet friend Angie to send me a prompt.

Se certainly gave me a tough one: a blind, Indian American girl meets a female African American artist at a wedding in Connecticut and they fall in love.

Full of adversity and hardship that I've hardly had any experience with.

I tried writing and got literally a page and a half done over the course of two hours, calling it quits at midnight.

I looked through my drive messages and notifications. I realized then that my summer would probably remain uninteresting, especially since I'm always the one to text first. If I didn't text Chase or Michelle first, we probably wouldn't end up talking for most of the summer. They've got better, more important friends than me.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm doing what I can to keep myself occupied. I'm sure I'll find something to do this summer.