Wow things have been interesting. Yesterday was my birthday (also Justin Timberlake’s) , i finally turned 18. I am legal now. Well for some things; gambling, voting, and porn. haha.
Yesterday was my birthday party. I was so excited for it I was talking about it for like weeks before hand. Although with the fight with Chelsee and everyone saying they were going throw me a party people got hurt and pist off; including me.
Everything started off great. I woke up early (surprisingly) and when I went downstairs my mom was cleaning the carpet. It turns out that the middle age cat we have, Shed, is yet again sick. And by sick I mean she has crystals again. All I know is that when she has to pee, she pee’s anywhere, and we can’t really punish her, because it hurts her, she is peeing blood. Fortunately this has happened before so we know what to do, however, unfortunately my parents dont have the money to get Shed the meds, and the Vet visit. So I might have to use some of my money; which I dont mind at all.
So with that going through my mind, my parents are thinking, yet again, to get rid of Shed, and everytime i think about that, my eyes water and i start crying. We have raised Shed since my dad found her at my parents work. And what sucks the most, is I am like the only person in the house who doesn’t really bitch at her. My dad shouts and yells at her all the time, and i hate that so much! My mom and sister dont really pay any attention to her, and I do. All the cats are always in my room, because my room is always open for them. (Except right now, because its a HUGE mess, and I dont want Shed peeing on my stuff).
As far as I knew Cory was getting dropped off at my house, so he and I could bake the cake. And Jessica, Chelsee and Aaron were going to go shopping for the decorations and such. Around (we’ll say 11am to make things even-ish) Aaron and Chelsee pull up at my house, and Cory and Jessica get out of the car. I was like, why is Jessica not going with Aaron and Chelsee? Apparently Aaron had to drop his brothers off or something, which is totally fine.
Almost an hour later, Chelsee 10-4’s my cell phone and says something about “pigs in a blanket” or something like that…anyways I got the hint of sex. And they would 10-4 me later, and then come pick Jessica up. This pist me off, because now Jessica had to walk with Cory and I to get all the cake stuff, Jessica had to do alot of walking, and I didnt want her tiring herself out. Anyways, later I find out that Chelsee had an interview at 4. Which is fine, but they still had to get the motel, get decorations, and decorate.
Hours later and Chelsee, Aaron, and Jessica come to pick mine and Cory’s stuff up and I start crying. I no longer wanted to go. This was my own birthday party, and I didnt want to go. I put everything except my backpack, and then Cory and I started walking down there. We get to IGA and Jessica calls me saying go to Tim Hortons and wait for Neil. As Cory and I are walking to Timmies we see Aaron and Chelsee drive past, then Jessica and Neil walking infront of us. We didnt think she needed us to stay at Timmies anymore so Cory and I continued walking to the motel.
Later on, I find out that apparently Cory and I werent supposed to be there until 9, because apparently Chelsee didnt want to go unless Aaron was there, or she had “prior engagements” (which didnt make sense because, the day before she never said anything to me, or the day of she never text me or anything; i find that hard to believe). What party (with no booze or drugs) starts at nine? Neil had school the next day, he needed sleep. ARGH!
Im done explaining this shit. All and all it was boring and not really fun. Chelsee seemed pist off at Jessica all night, and I have no idea why she was nothing but nice to her. It was just…it taught me to never really plan anything anymore, because something always gets fucked up.
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I find myself thinking alot, but i dont know why.
I am older now (ahaha, by one day) but still, I am starting to wonder about myself and people.
I hate being a teenager. It sucks. No matter how I am feeling I get someone mad at me.
And for some reason last night Chelsee started talking to me, about me not eating. I’m not anerexic! I do eat; just when I am hungry. And I have been gaining weight (in the tummy area) and I know this. People dont believe me, and I am not just saying it. I really believe I have, seriously. I am somewhat “skinny” but still chunky in the stomach.
Bleh.
