Birthday, family, and Halloween fun!
Oh, man!
I can't believe my birthday is in less than two hours. Although, I don't really celebrate it until Halloween. That's the way its always been. I just relax on my actuall birthday, then its madness on Halloween when I celebrate it... Hmm. I guess that means I get two birthdays a year.
I'm turning sixteen. :) I can't belive I made it this far. I remember when I was around six- seven years old, "Woah. I can't even imagine turning thirteen or even eighteen! That'll take forever! I'll probly die before I get that big.". It's kind of funny because thats how I feel about turning 30 or 40. heh.
Y'know, I have this little thing I do on my birthday every year since I can remember.
I write my self a little mental message and think up some goals that I'd like to achieve years down the road. Then I mentally ship it to future me, and see if my veiws on things are different and if my goals were met. Its pretty amusing. I can still remember pretty much word for word what my mental message was from six year me was.
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God- and I can't wait till my uncle Jeff and cousins comes over tomorrow. They are coming to visit for Halloween (and my birthday I guess...but I don't really know... I think its probably the Halloween thing, but the b-day is a bonus). We're gonna have sooo much fun. Trick or treating, going b-day shopping, hauted hay rides/woods/houses/tours, THE FAIR! The Coastal Carolina Fair just came in town today, so I'm stoked about that. Its gonna be great. This weekend I'm just forgetting school and studying, an I'm just going to let go and have some fucking fun for once!
Another reason why I can't wait till my birthday, is because it falls on pay day! Heck yeah! I'm not exaggerating in the slightest when I say there's absolutly nothing to eat in this house. I'm planning on picking the grocerys and cooking this month. I can't stand the adults cooking anymore.
All my other uncle (the one i live with)- a meatatarian- makes is greasy meat dishes that I - a vegetarian- cant eat.
And then if my aunt cooks (which is veeeerry rarely), she is so picky in what she likes foodwise, that her meals are TOTALLY bland and gross. She's reeeeaaaallly picky. And for some reason she's actually proud of it. I think she feels as though it DEFINES her. She probably has like an eighty page list of things she wont eat- it's rediculous!
Then god forbid if my DAD cooks! *shudders* He seems to think he's a master cheff and adds soooo many weird things to the food. He couldn't stick to a recipie to save his life. Always having to add something weird make it his 'secret recipe' (more like secret barf). He also likes to add alot more of everything(especially unhealthy things) to make it "better".
Example, tonight, he added the Crisco equivalent to 2.5 sticks of butter into a mix for only 6 cookies.
I don't like to say it to his face, but I feel I have to. "DAD! THAT'S TO MUCH FUCKING CRISO!! >:O" His motto for cooking might as well be "If I havent clogged your arties, I haven't done my job."
Constructive critisizim doesn't seem to work with him. He just thnks of it as me being 'cute'. So I just give it to him straight now because I'm past the formalities and politeness.
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Well, I need some sleep. Gotta big day tomorrow. :) mmm... I love the smell of Halloween.
I can't believe my birthday is in less than two hours. Although, I don't really celebrate it until Halloween. That's the way its always been. I just relax on my actuall birthday, then its madness on Halloween when I celebrate it... Hmm. I guess that means I get two birthdays a year.
I'm turning sixteen. :) I can't belive I made it this far. I remember when I was around six- seven years old, "Woah. I can't even imagine turning thirteen or even eighteen! That'll take forever! I'll probly die before I get that big.". It's kind of funny because thats how I feel about turning 30 or 40. heh.
Y'know, I have this little thing I do on my birthday every year since I can remember.
I write my self a little mental message and think up some goals that I'd like to achieve years down the road. Then I mentally ship it to future me, and see if my veiws on things are different and if my goals were met. Its pretty amusing. I can still remember pretty much word for word what my mental message was from six year me was.
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God- and I can't wait till my uncle Jeff and cousins comes over tomorrow. They are coming to visit for Halloween (and my birthday I guess...but I don't really know... I think its probably the Halloween thing, but the b-day is a bonus). We're gonna have sooo much fun. Trick or treating, going b-day shopping, hauted hay rides/woods/houses/tours, THE FAIR! The Coastal Carolina Fair just came in town today, so I'm stoked about that. Its gonna be great. This weekend I'm just forgetting school and studying, an I'm just going to let go and have some fucking fun for once!
Another reason why I can't wait till my birthday, is because it falls on pay day! Heck yeah! I'm not exaggerating in the slightest when I say there's absolutly nothing to eat in this house. I'm planning on picking the grocerys and cooking this month. I can't stand the adults cooking anymore.
All my other uncle (the one i live with)- a meatatarian- makes is greasy meat dishes that I - a vegetarian- cant eat.
And then if my aunt cooks (which is veeeerry rarely), she is so picky in what she likes foodwise, that her meals are TOTALLY bland and gross. She's reeeeaaaallly picky. And for some reason she's actually proud of it. I think she feels as though it DEFINES her. She probably has like an eighty page list of things she wont eat- it's rediculous!
Then god forbid if my DAD cooks! *shudders* He seems to think he's a master cheff and adds soooo many weird things to the food. He couldn't stick to a recipie to save his life. Always having to add something weird make it his 'secret recipe' (more like secret barf). He also likes to add alot more of everything(especially unhealthy things) to make it "better".
Example, tonight, he added the Crisco equivalent to 2.5 sticks of butter into a mix for only 6 cookies.
I don't like to say it to his face, but I feel I have to. "DAD! THAT'S TO MUCH FUCKING CRISO!! >:O" His motto for cooking might as well be "If I havent clogged your arties, I haven't done my job."
Constructive critisizim doesn't seem to work with him. He just thnks of it as me being 'cute'. So I just give it to him straight now because I'm past the formalities and politeness.
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Well, I need some sleep. Gotta big day tomorrow. :) mmm... I love the smell of Halloween.
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