I got an invitation to my friend's sweet sixteen party!
I've never been to a party like this before. It seems like it is almost going to be like a wedding. The invitation came in the mail with the invitation and a little RSVP card with a stamped and addressed envelope. I squeed all over it.
Now I need a dress, shoes, accessories, and a gift by March. I guess I've got my work cut out for me.
In other news my dad and I had a big blowout yesterday. I was a bit of a smart ass to him and we fueled each other's fires. It's all good now. We made up and everything. Now my dad says that he might buy me my own laptop besides my school one (Because I can't do anything really on my school one).
Devious Comments
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It is Angry Octopus! He is angry because he only has four legs!
"Com-PLANT!
It sounds like the sound it makes when yer head smacks into loosely packed, moist soil.
I always find that family blowouts are important in that you can never truly become closest to a person until you have an argument to them (quoted from Ann Frank's diary). But after all, you love your Dad and your Dad loves you
Here's hoping you get the laptop he's been talking about
And thanks for the hope!
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It is Angry Octopus! He is angry because he only has four legs!
"Com-PLANT!
It sounds like the sound it makes when yer head smacks into loosely packed, moist soil.
Although, there are exceptions. . .
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It is Angry Octopus! He is angry because he only has four legs!
"Com-PLANT!
It sounds like the sound it makes when yer head smacks into loosely packed, moist soil.
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