SMUG had an inspiring comment... inspiring enough to make me blog on my special day when I swore not to make one. I know I'm murdering my grades. Don't preach. I just thought it weird. Today and the day before this was impossibly nice, whatever the word "nice" might mean. I don't think I've been this happy for two consecutive days. I'm right; maybe it's the birthday streak of luck.
I just owe it to each one of my friends, from SMUG, to my faux sister, to that girl who thought I write poetry (which I don't), to Girl Trouble 1 & 2, and even to that girl who helped me pick up my candles when I dropped some of them. She's the closest I could find to a modern-day Good Samaritan. I think she and I haven't talked for four years, and I find it quasi-unbelievable how she cared enough about me now that she's some kind of... something I'm not quite attached to. (I'll share with you a stupid and one-sided theory regarding flocked feathers in a couple of days.)
Anyway, I'm more than happy. I had no specific wishes but if I had, they probably would have been answered by the awesomeness of today. I mean... this Ju-ju 23rd was the best Ju-ju 23rd yet. It's awesome; I think I might dream of DEVILS and blah-blah-blah. You wouldn't care about my birthday anyways. This post isn't worthy of the bills your dads pay for. Clows thees weendoh end nevuhr veeseet thees peyj agen. I won't mind. I've got school and too much of it, at that. I was just told by SMUG that the Math HW isn't too friendly and we've got double period Math tomorrow so I'll probably leave now. Goodnight.
P.S.
Birthdays make one fly.
P.P.S
My birthday made me fly.
P.P.P.S.
Thank you to everyone who made this day. Hardly anybody knows about this blog but at least I've mentioned it. It makes it true-er.
I just owe it to each one of my friends, from SMUG, to my faux sister, to that girl who thought I write poetry (which I don't), to Girl Trouble 1 & 2, and even to that girl who helped me pick up my candles when I dropped some of them. She's the closest I could find to a modern-day Good Samaritan. I think she and I haven't talked for four years, and I find it quasi-unbelievable how she cared enough about me now that she's some kind of... something I'm not quite attached to. (I'll share with you a stupid and one-sided theory regarding flocked feathers in a couple of days.)
Anyway, I'm more than happy. I had no specific wishes but if I had, they probably would have been answered by the awesomeness of today. I mean... this Ju-ju 23rd was the best Ju-ju 23rd yet. It's awesome; I think I might dream of DEVILS and blah-blah-blah. You wouldn't care about my birthday anyways. This post isn't worthy of the bills your dads pay for. Clows thees weendoh end nevuhr veeseet thees peyj agen. I won't mind. I've got school and too much of it, at that. I was just told by SMUG that the Math HW isn't too friendly and we've got double period Math tomorrow so I'll probably leave now. Goodnight.
P.S.
Birthdays make one fly.
P.P.S
My birthday made me fly.
P.P.P.S.
Thank you to everyone who made this day. Hardly anybody knows about this blog but at least I've mentioned it. It makes it true-er.
