Do not read if you are pregnant, handicapped or prone to pessimism
So here's my next try at awesome blog postage: I'm going to rave about my sweet sixteen and how perfect it is. Be prepared to be knocked off your feet by bubbly happiness...
Now, I don't want to be too optimistic, because everyone knows that if you get too crazy about something there's no way it can be as awesome as you expect..... haha, funny joke, right? Me, having enough self-control to somehow NOT freak out over how awesome this is going to be? ha.ha.ha.
Part 1: Okay, this is probably the best part... I have a boyfriend. The most amazing, perfect, adorable, awesome, lovable, cute, kind, fun, awesomeful boyfriend anyone could possibly have. I'm obsessed with him. I really am. AND, he's actually my boyfriend. No questions asked. No ifs, ands or buts. Mine. -squeeeaaal- It's sorta fairy-tale-esque, honestly. Absolute perfection. WHEN did my karma become good enough for this? He's gonna bug me about this little passage, but boo-hoo, he'll read it, and he'll like it. <3
Moving on, because I know none of you want to hear the novella I could write about this boy.
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Part 2: The age itself. Sixteen! It's the age I've been waiting for since I was... four? five? I remember gushing to my dad's girlfriend (whom I HATED, by the way) about how all I really wanted was to be sixteen forever. I was like seven at the time. She told me that was stupid, that when I was actually sixteen life would suck, I would hate it, and I'd be all miserable and hate my parents and do drugs and have orgies. haha. Not those words, exactly. But no, she was WRONGWRONGWRONG. It's the best part of my life, so far. There's no way it can get better than this.
Part 3: The friends. So much more than I deserve, so much more than I ever knew I could have... Is it illegal to be constantly surrounded by awesome people who like you way too much? Seems illegal, somehow. I can't wait until my party, to have them all in one room for a few hours of horrific randomness. It's gonna rock. Luvly luvly human beings.
Part 4: The happiness. Pretty self explanatory, after all that.... bubbliness.
Part 5: The party. I believe the Sweet Sixteen is an essential part of turning sixteen. Therefor, how could I possibly skip mine? It's going to be amazing. I'm going to the halloween party as an empress, of course. You all know my official title, right? Her highness all knowing master jedi Lia? Well now you do. It's a mouthfull, so if you just address me as Empress for that week, I will understand.
aaaand, I'm going to a cider mill with the four people I like to be around most (besides Sal, but he doesn't count cuz he can't sleepover): Katie, Kayla, Kaylala, and Allana. (lots of Ls, Ks and As in this group...)
After that, there's going to be an awesome, LOUD, random, fun, crazy, sugar-high-enducing party at my house. Which, I must mention, my mother is fully informed of. Must I mention that there will be about a bajillion yummy snacks and an infinite number of calories in my house that week? yeah.
Aaaand, on my ACTUAL birthday a couple days later... not sure what I'm going to do. probably go over Sal's house... maybe just chill, and soak up being a mature sixteen year old (: yeah right.
Definitely bringing pie to school that day. It's a tradition.
And that is all that I have to freak out about. Okay, not all, but all I wanted to in this particular post...
If you somehow stuck with me through this vomit-inducing happy-fest, you deserve a cookie. Go get one. Get me one too while you're at it.
<3
Her Highness All Knowing Master Jedi Lia
Now, I don't want to be too optimistic, because everyone knows that if you get too crazy about something there's no way it can be as awesome as you expect..... haha, funny joke, right? Me, having enough self-control to somehow NOT freak out over how awesome this is going to be? ha.ha.ha.
Part 1: Okay, this is probably the best part... I have a boyfriend. The most amazing, perfect, adorable, awesome, lovable, cute, kind, fun, awesomeful boyfriend anyone could possibly have. I'm obsessed with him. I really am. AND, he's actually my boyfriend. No questions asked. No ifs, ands or buts. Mine. -squeeeaaal- It's sorta fairy-tale-esque, honestly. Absolute perfection. WHEN did my karma become good enough for this? He's gonna bug me about this little passage, but boo-hoo, he'll read it, and he'll like it. <3
Moving on, because I know none of you want to hear the novella I could write about this boy.
...
Part 2: The age itself. Sixteen! It's the age I've been waiting for since I was... four? five? I remember gushing to my dad's girlfriend (whom I HATED, by the way) about how all I really wanted was to be sixteen forever. I was like seven at the time. She told me that was stupid, that when I was actually sixteen life would suck, I would hate it, and I'd be all miserable and hate my parents and do drugs and have orgies. haha. Not those words, exactly. But no, she was WRONGWRONGWRONG. It's the best part of my life, so far. There's no way it can get better than this.
Part 3: The friends. So much more than I deserve, so much more than I ever knew I could have... Is it illegal to be constantly surrounded by awesome people who like you way too much? Seems illegal, somehow. I can't wait until my party, to have them all in one room for a few hours of horrific randomness. It's gonna rock. Luvly luvly human beings.
Part 4: The happiness. Pretty self explanatory, after all that.... bubbliness.
Part 5: The party. I believe the Sweet Sixteen is an essential part of turning sixteen. Therefor, how could I possibly skip mine? It's going to be amazing. I'm going to the halloween party as an empress, of course. You all know my official title, right? Her highness all knowing master jedi Lia? Well now you do. It's a mouthfull, so if you just address me as Empress for that week, I will understand.
aaaand, I'm going to a cider mill with the four people I like to be around most (besides Sal, but he doesn't count cuz he can't sleepover): Katie, Kayla, Kaylala, and Allana. (lots of Ls, Ks and As in this group...)
After that, there's going to be an awesome, LOUD, random, fun, crazy, sugar-high-enducing party at my house. Which, I must mention, my mother is fully informed of. Must I mention that there will be about a bajillion yummy snacks and an infinite number of calories in my house that week? yeah.
Aaaand, on my ACTUAL birthday a couple days later... not sure what I'm going to do. probably go over Sal's house... maybe just chill, and soak up being a mature sixteen year old (: yeah right.
Definitely bringing pie to school that day. It's a tradition.
And that is all that I have to freak out about. Okay, not all, but all I wanted to in this particular post...
If you somehow stuck with me through this vomit-inducing happy-fest, you deserve a cookie. Go get one. Get me one too while you're at it.
<3
Her Highness All Knowing Master Jedi Lia