Mia: “Sissy….you have big boobs.” Me: “Who told you about boobs?” Mia: (ignores my question, staring at herself in the mirror) “When will I get boobies?” SHE’S ONLY 4! WHO TAUGHT THESE CHILDREN ABOUT TITTIES?!
DID YOU HEAR?! It's Christmas!
All day I’ve been smiling like a fucking stoner. It’s Christmas time. Yay! Not to sound like a ten year old, but I am so excited. We decorated cookies today with my whole family and it felt great to see all these little kids huddled around a table, frosting stuck to their fingers as they attempt to assemble miscellaneous sugar cookies. My aunt and uncle got a new puppy named Sugar. She’s a puffy white puppy that is my new love. Look out Dapper, I’m in love! This puppy literally fell asleep in my lap for an hour. She was the sweetest thing ever. I can’t wait for this week. Somehow with my amazing talents, I talked Dapper into taking me to Christmas in the park. This is should be interesting. We’re gonna get dinner and go walk around. I just hope we don’t end up ice skating….I think we’ll both die. But I’m excited. I’m happy….Like super smiley and giggly. You’d think I’d just smoked a blunt I’m so chippery. Damn. I love it. HAPPY HIGH X10000000000000000000000000 P.S. 500 Days of Summer comes out on DVD Tuesday :)
I want to write something powerful. Something that moves people and makes them think about their lives, but makes them laugh and giggle and quote everything I say. I want to make an impact. Make people look at the world in retrospect rather than through their own eyes. I want to be famous. To be remembered. I want to make people feel. Anything. Happy. Sad. Grumpy. I want them to be changed after reading what I wrote.
I’m trying to pretend like this isn’t bothering me, I really am. I put on a smile and laugh and make like everything is cool. Who am I kidding? I know it’s not okay. Everyone is coming to me and telling me what she says about me. It hurts. It really does. I thought that we were friends, good friends. But from what I hear, I was really wrong. That hurts. A lot. I’ve been let down a lot this year and I feel like I need my real friends more than anything right now.
This weekend was really fun. Max and I attempted to make that silly Bell dance fun, even though pretty much no one was dancing. So we joked around most of the time and made up lyrics to songs and then watched The Notebook at my house(at this request….so the big football star has a soft side). Saturday I saw Breanna finally! I missed her a ton. We talked and I just feel so much better talking to her about issues. She always understands. We went and saw the movie Precious, which really wasn’t so precious. It was really devastating. Breanna and I walked out of the movie like why did we just see that?
School is the furthest thought from my mind right now. Which is bad, very bad. I have a cough and a voice that sounds like a flemmy version of our governator. I’m ready for christmas break.
:)
