I really need to start writing in pencil...
We are swiftly approaching the day that the world was forever changed: October 23. Now, some of you may be asking "What the heck happened on October 23? Is this when steam was invented?? Do I win something?"
No, pion. October 23 is such a special day because... I was born. =) Yes, I know. Very life-changing, isn't it?
I'll be entering my 18th year on this world, and making some interesting changes. They include (but are not limited to):
1) The removal of 10+ inches of hair from my head.
2) The transformation from dark brown to lime green the underside of my hair is going to make
3) A piercing (location undecided as of now) courtsey of Brendon
4) Four ear piercings
5) Two or three tattoos
Going for my permit soon, and then my license after that. No idea what I'll be driving yet, unless I can convince The Gold to give up the '70 Camaro that he has been promising me for years. And we all can pretty much safely say that Paris Hilton will give up sucking cock before The Gold will part with any piece of his 45 years of accumulated stuff. But hey, it's worth a try.
Vanesa already gave me her present for me. It was a Jack Sparrow action figure. Needless to say, I was mucho contento. She knows just how to please me. Like last night, with her tongue and the caramel syrup and the monkey... But that is a different story entirely!
Finally managed to get Mr. Mabe off of my back. Marching band is one less thing that I'll have to worry about. That's always good. I feel bad, like I'm giving up, but I simply can't be three different places at once. My mother needs me more than the band does. That's just how life goes sometimes. At least I'll be able to do concert band. (I love concert band. It = rapture.)
I think I'm pretty much done here. It's been magical.
Stay out of my socks, twat!
One day I'm gonna lose the war