Yeah, I’m almost nineteen years old. My birthday is this Friday. It’s a little odd to think about, really. I never pictured myself at this age. I think I’ve mainly been living from year to year. That’s probably a bad thing, I know.

I wasn’t planning on doing much for my birthday. I’m taking Friday off work and just sitting on my [fat] ass at home. My mom says it’s no different from what I usually do… But instead of having an actual birthday party, a friend of mine [Angel] is throwing me a virtual one. Also, there’s a virtual prom that day… I’m so lame I can taste my failure, heh. On Saturday I’m supposed to go to Knott’s Berry Farm, which is this amusement park that beats the crap out of Disneyland but fails in comparison to Six Flags. Anyway, I had four free tickets; two my mom’s and two mine. But my mom wasn’t gonna go, so I got hers. I was planning on taking Tyler, Naomi, James and… well, me.

Unfortunately…

Naomi calls me up late last night and says, “I’m just letting you know, I can’t go to Knott’s.” So I asked what was wrong, ’cause it’s unlike her to pass up something like that. She says, “I just went to the doctor and I have anxiety, I have to take pills to calm myself down. So I can’t go ’cause it’s too much excitement and it’s not good for me right now.”

…….

Bullshit.

So my best friend [and ride] bailed on me. Not to mention I’ve been insanely jealous due to Angel and two other girls who are well… Neh, they like Angel, as do I. But I’m trying my damnedest to be a good girl and not let my bitchy side out. Mainly out of respect for Angel and the fact that I know in this, I cannot win. Basically, this is a reminder of why I don’t usually go after girls. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.

AND MY MOM ISN’T HELPING ANY. D:<

I love ya mom, but seriously. You bug. A lot.

Two more days…