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sooo. celebrating life. pretty crackin, unless you decide to over-celebrate. aka. me.
lol
soooo
hilights of the night:
my cousin with flaming red hair and freckles was the first kid to start drinking
my cousin sam (a year younger than me) in a drunken stupor stole an entire half gallon of gin.
my mom taught us girls how to flirt.
i got hit on by a 13 year old named parker ames. who i called ashley parker angel the whole time. he put his arm around me and goes "you have pretty hair" then comes around and puts his hands on my waist and goes "you are very pretty" and i was like YOU'RE LIKE 11 and he was like, im 13, ok, how old are you? "i'll be 18 in a month" "that's ok, i like older women" then i laughed in his face.
then we went to park school.
my cousin matt (the one who got in the accident)(the homie to the max) took me aside and said "i think some of my friends are trying to hook up with you, so this is the deal. if you're gonna do it, just be safe and don't skip your period becuase that means you are pregnant and then you might have to get an abortion"
... thank you dr. phil
i told my 6 year old cousin who idolizes me that all the cool kids wear headbands
i talked to my mom. awkward.
my drunk uncle who was celebrating life complained to me how he didn't even get to read his cake!!! to which i screamed "ooooooh it was soooo cuuuuuuuute"
then i went to bed
my dad tried to open the window but it kept closing. then he fell over my bed and ran downstairs
end of night.
aka
everyone should celebrate life. on a regular basis.
oh god i am soooo ready to come home
i love my fam
but kathleen is working now and i have just had wayyy tooo much melina-parents time. (yes, 4 hours together is really pushing it)
doing nothing is much easier if you have someone to do it with.
lol
soooo
hilights of the night:
my cousin with flaming red hair and freckles was the first kid to start drinking
my cousin sam (a year younger than me) in a drunken stupor stole an entire half gallon of gin.
my mom taught us girls how to flirt.
i got hit on by a 13 year old named parker ames. who i called ashley parker angel the whole time. he put his arm around me and goes "you have pretty hair" then comes around and puts his hands on my waist and goes "you are very pretty" and i was like YOU'RE LIKE 11 and he was like, im 13, ok, how old are you? "i'll be 18 in a month" "that's ok, i like older women" then i laughed in his face.
then we went to park school.
my cousin matt (the one who got in the accident)(the homie to the max) took me aside and said "i think some of my friends are trying to hook up with you, so this is the deal. if you're gonna do it, just be safe and don't skip your period becuase that means you are pregnant and then you might have to get an abortion"
... thank you dr. phil
i told my 6 year old cousin who idolizes me that all the cool kids wear headbands
i talked to my mom. awkward.
my drunk uncle who was celebrating life complained to me how he didn't even get to read his cake!!! to which i screamed "ooooooh it was soooo cuuuuuuuute"
then i went to bed
my dad tried to open the window but it kept closing. then he fell over my bed and ran downstairs
end of night.
aka
everyone should celebrate life. on a regular basis.
oh god i am soooo ready to come home
i love my fam
but kathleen is working now and i have just had wayyy tooo much melina-parents time. (yes, 4 hours together is really pushing it)
doing nothing is much easier if you have someone to do it with.