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Mom: I want to have a big birthday party for you this year, you know, since you're turning 16 and all.
Me: That would be great! Especially with my 5 friends; that'd be a blast!
Mom: Oh, well...maybe it will be a small party then. That'd be way...
Me: I want to have it at Slinky Action Zone!
Mom: Okay!
Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Everybody go watch Cold Mountain.
I have a 94 in Chemisty.
I hate how my boobs move when I brush my teeth.
I keep trying to write down how I feel but I can't do it.
I got two books at the library. One is about a girl who is married to a guy who doesn't like happiness so she has a an affair with a younger man and in a jealous rampage, he shoots the husband. They are both hanged.
The other I will read later.
I printed out my favorite picture of Ryan and me, and then Aliah's favorite picture of her and Jon, after I, ALL BY MYSELF, fixed my printer.
My life is basically all planned out now.
I'll go to University of Pittsburgh for psychiatry.
I'll graduate, naturally, and go straight into a job involved hysteria and crazed lunatics in Chicago or New York.
I'll rent-to-buy a wonderful apartment in some high tower and collect antiques and paintings.
There will be a wonderful man who will propose and we will be married on July 21, 2017ish.
I'll love him uncontrollably and we'll do it everywhere or something.
If I decide to have a kid, I'll have a kid at about 35-38. Or adopt if I don't want to go through all the pain.
During all of this, I will also take pictures. My pictures will be shown in all the pretty nature magazines and I'll have collections in art museums.
I want to go on a cruise, and I want to see Greece.
I'll do the stock market just a little bit, and when I get to maybe 20,000 I'll pull it all out.
My patients will love me, even though I have the strict patient/doctor rule.
I'll still have Aliah, atleast. I hope Dan, Jon, Ryan, and Heather, too.
Sometimes we'll meet for tea.
I'll have a huge house by now, that isn't haunted and filled with vibrant colors.
My sex life will never slow down and I'll never get divorced.
I will not tan, so I will be a pretty old woman.
Then, when I am 115, or probably a few years after my husband dies, I'll die.
I'll be cremated and my ashes will be thrown off a bridge or a waterfall.
Me: That would be great! Especially with my 5 friends; that'd be a blast!
Mom: Oh, well...maybe it will be a small party then. That'd be way...
Me: I want to have it at Slinky Action Zone!
Mom: Okay!
Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Everybody go watch Cold Mountain.
I have a 94 in Chemisty.
I hate how my boobs move when I brush my teeth.
I keep trying to write down how I feel but I can't do it.
I got two books at the library. One is about a girl who is married to a guy who doesn't like happiness so she has a an affair with a younger man and in a jealous rampage, he shoots the husband. They are both hanged.
The other I will read later.
I printed out my favorite picture of Ryan and me, and then Aliah's favorite picture of her and Jon, after I, ALL BY MYSELF, fixed my printer.
My life is basically all planned out now.
I'll go to University of Pittsburgh for psychiatry.
I'll graduate, naturally, and go straight into a job involved hysteria and crazed lunatics in Chicago or New York.
I'll rent-to-buy a wonderful apartment in some high tower and collect antiques and paintings.
There will be a wonderful man who will propose and we will be married on July 21, 2017ish.
I'll love him uncontrollably and we'll do it everywhere or something.
If I decide to have a kid, I'll have a kid at about 35-38. Or adopt if I don't want to go through all the pain.
During all of this, I will also take pictures. My pictures will be shown in all the pretty nature magazines and I'll have collections in art museums.
I want to go on a cruise, and I want to see Greece.
I'll do the stock market just a little bit, and when I get to maybe 20,000 I'll pull it all out.
My patients will love me, even though I have the strict patient/doctor rule.
I'll still have Aliah, atleast. I hope Dan, Jon, Ryan, and Heather, too.
Sometimes we'll meet for tea.
I'll have a huge house by now, that isn't haunted and filled with vibrant colors.
My sex life will never slow down and I'll never get divorced.
I will not tan, so I will be a pretty old woman.
Then, when I am 115, or probably a few years after my husband dies, I'll die.
I'll be cremated and my ashes will be thrown off a bridge or a waterfall.