Speak of the Devil

My Crush....

I gave my Mom the plate with the most food on it because I eat earlier. I don't eat much anyway, that's how I'm anorexic. I always get sick if I eat to much. I turn on our crappy TV and put on my Mom's favorite program. It was a cooking show that wasn't half bad. I eat as much as I could, then took out my laptop and started typing on my blog. I have about 167 readers reading it. I update at eight every night. It was recommend by the doctor, so I do it. A few people in my school read it, they don't know that I write it. Rosie said that the guy I like reads it, as well as the guy who she ships( to pair with) me with. I might as well say who they are, the guy I likes name is Jason Williams and he is my science partner. He has light grey eyes and sandy blonde hair. The guy Rosie ships(it's a way of saying pairs with) with me is James Taylor and he is my partner for almost everything because no one picks us. He has dark blue eyes and black hair. Jason has almost all of the girls fighting for him, even so of the gay guys have a crush on him. James apparently has a lot of the girls in Rosie's class are in LOVE with him which is weird because he is two year younger than them. I type for an hour more than posted it. Fifteen minutes later, Rosie Skyped me and start talking about the update of the blog. Then we went on to a different subject.

"So, when are you throwing my birthday party?" I asked

"On Halloween night"

Now I know what you are thinking, why is Rosie throwing you a birthday party? She is throwing it because she wants me to have a great (late) birthday party. My real birthday was almost a week ago and Rosie said that she was throwing me a party, whether I liked it or not. After a while, we logged off and I went up stairs. I walked into my Mom's room and said goodnight. I then went to my room. I looked around my room, it was a minimalist style. I have a bed, wardrobe and a desk. I crawled into bed after I slipped on my pyjamas and fell asleep.