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Sometime I forget I'm 13 (well technically 14 but whatever), with what I say, think, and do. Apparently my parents do too. My dad actually told me this. I haven't had the Internets since I got back home from my X-mas Shasta trip because of the whole Shasta incident and my bad grades in science and Schumann's class. Once again, they were all, 'it's not a punishment'. They're also freaking out cause they think I'm gonna end up like Alex. Which, I can sorta see their concern, but it's still a bitchy thing to say. They should be proud of him now, cause he has a job at Barnes & Noble. Last Friday, we got Alex, Armand, Unique and I went to Lloyd Center, roamed around, then went to the Roxy and then walked around town. It was fun, but sad because the following Saturday Alex was moving to Seattle to live with his boyfriend Tycho.

Speaking of last Saturday, I had my b-day party then, and it was pretty awesome-o-saurus. Jay couldn't make it due to some family complications, so she took me to a cafe and vintage store yesterday (where I got a cool vintage apron ^ ^). But Russell, Moses, Sally, Lisa, Alex, Lucille and Zac/Zak/Zack/Zach came. There was this uberly-hot fantastically-emo boy Failyn (Faylin? Failin? Oh, ******** that name >.< wink there. Like, at first (I should mention I purposely chose having my partay at a location as special as a roller-rink thing) he asked me if I could backwards skate (at that time, the rink was reserved for backwards-skating only) but I couldn't so I was all, '*sniff* no...damn me and my not-skills!' It sucked. Like, how often does a emo -that- hot ask you to dance? I mean, like, skate. Whatever. Anyway, Alex and Russell and everyone were laughing at me and my brief emo crush. At one point during couples skate, Russell went up to emo boy (this kid kept like disappearing. It was so hard to find him. My theory is he was crying and cutting in the boys' bathroom, but I could be wrong) and tried to talk to him, but he was on the phone. So later, I saw emo boy again, after more tracking, and then he said he liked my hair, and I said I liked his. And I made Russell ask him if he way gay. I mean, to me, there was no way this guy was not a 'mo. Gay guys flock to me. I'm not even kidding-Jason, Jose, Russell(?), and someday, Joseph and I will be like best buds (of course, this won't happen till he and Russell are a fully established couple). But he's not. I nearly had a heart attack. For reals. But sadly he was like, 'I don't know you. Stop talking to me' I think he was joking, but I apologized for my jackass friends anyway and left to get back at Alex and Russell for talking to emo boy without my permission, I kept going up to this guy dressed in a cow suit (Alex pointed him out and said, 'I want to milk him' and so TOTALLY did not mean it like that at all so it so funny and we kept laughing at her while she got all flustered and stuff) and saying things like, 'Sorry about my friend Russell. He gets nervous around his boy crushes.' And, 'He thinks you're hotter than Boy George' And my favorite, 'Quick! Hold my hand so he'll be jealous!' He didn't want to, but I kinda sorta made him (note: this was all happening while we were skating) and then I later wiped my hand on Russell and said, ‘Now you’ve got cow-boy on you!’. I also stole Russell’s iPod and kept skating laps. It was funny cause I was faster than him, and I kept teasing him. Hey man, he chose to go down that road of hell himself. I love the presents I got, too. Jay out-presented everyone. She gave me three pairs of cool earrings she made, an awesome CD, a necklace also made by her, a jewelry book thing, and an extremely awesome-o-saurus blue and black vintage dress. Alex and Lucille combined their gifts, which were pretty funny. Alex took a box of cereal and covered up the title with paper and wrote EcoPuffs (remember EcoPuffs? HA! Like 3 months later and it’s still funny. Take that, lame older brother.). Then they had gotten me this Sesame Street puzzle, which they made me complete at the party. It was so messed up and really funny. But I have to thank them for that, y’know; they really opened my eyes to just how much I love Sesame Street deep down (deep, deep down). From Sally and Lisa I got cat tape (it’s cute!) and something else that I forgot. Russell gave me a Ben Kweller CD, $20, and a lollipop (lol, lollipop!). Zac/Zak/Zack/Zach gave me a giant Pirate Devil Duckie thing. It’s so awesome. Moses gave me a Powell’s gift card, which I got two mangas with. More on Failyn, so after almost everybody had gone, and we were about to leave, I really wanted a pic of him, so I waited for like forever for him to stop skating, and went up to pleading I was not a stalker but just wanted to take a quick pic of him for my friends (which I’ll post someday) and he was all ‘sure ^ ^’ and I got one of both of us, then just him. I talked to him a little found out he wasn’t a high schooler like I thought, but and 8th grader (he’s 14!!!). The bad news is he lives in Bend (Bend sucks. Poor him.) and he was just visiting him family. Damn. But all-in-all, my party was the best I’ve had in long time, and I’m glad about that.

Ok, this is random, but have you ever been to the dentist and noticed something they always say to you? Like the flossing thing. Let’s say you go to the dentist and they ask you how often you floss and you say, “well, I don’t, really.” They’’ll tell you to floss more. So like the next time you go and they ask and you say, “well, I floss about 25 times a week.” They’ll be all, “That’s good, that’s good. But maybe try 50?” and their bitchy assistant will be all, “Yeah, step it up a little!’

Ahhhh, I have to go………..;_;

Songatime!?!?

Thirteen-Ben Kweller (Ben Kweller!!!)

We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire

In fancy hotels
Drank water from farm wells
We sang with the choir

I kissed your dry lips
We jumped off the high cliffs
And splashed down below

Skin to skin
In the salty river
Made love in the shadow
Woooah ooh

Read books to each other
Read the mind of the other
Flew one thousand

We laughed and we cried
At movies and real life
In our ridiculous beds

We danced in the moonlight at midnight
We pressed against back doors and wooden floors
And you never faked it

And frequently
We ignored our love
But we could never mistake it
Oooh ooh

We met on the front porch
Fell in love on the phone
Without the physical wreck

You gave me the necklace
That used to hang
Around your mothers neck

We questioned religions
Fed bread to the pigeons
We learned how to pray

We stood by the ocean
Turned our hearts in to one
We laid in bed all day
Heeey

We skipped on the sidewalk
Skipped stones on the water
We skipped town

We've seen the sunrise with new eyes
We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies
We've seen the sun go down

Had passionate makeouts
And passionate freakouts
We built this world of our own

It was in the back of a taxi
When you told me you loved me
And that I wasnt alone

Saturday Nite Riot-The Pink Spiders

Hey hey this is everything today
When you've got nothing to complain about
You've got nothing to say
So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet

Cause baby I'm not standing in your way
We could paint this city red
Or we could drown it out in gray
If Friday night is a bust Saturday is a riot

Oh Emily I love you for your apathy
How you sell it in your diary
It's no secret,
And you think you can't die if your life's a mystery
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathyyou've got it worse than me
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's tragedy

Hey hey girl you're driving me insane
You're obnoxious when they're pretty
You're ecstatic when they're plain
But this is my design, this is my roller coaster

And you said I won't be happy 'til I'm dead
But I told you once before
and girl I meant it when I said
I don't wanna be close I just wanna be closer

All alone and very ordinary (so very)
When your duress is now your sanctuary
(you've got it all wrong)
You've got it wrong

But I've never been the type to walk away so fast
Cause there's no way out until I shout