HAAA....12 DAYS AFTER THE LAST JOURNAL, I POST YET AGAIN : D

Sooo uhm i finally had a birthday party two days ago. IT ESSENTIALLY wan't my party though. so i COULDN'T cry if i want to. cry if i want to. cry if i want to.

yeah, so dad CONVENIENTLY forgets to inform me that my family members wont be able to make it to my party, even though they all live within an hour radius of our house. no problem. he aslo CONVENIENTLY forgets to tell me we're allowed to invite friends (cus it was supposed to be a family party and usually we only invite family...crazy, eh?). Dad CONVENIENTLY informs my brother and sister a week prior who both invited their friends. friends i dont know. to my party...? by the way, my brother is six, whichs means i had a group of 6 year olds and their families i DONT KNOW enjoying the festivities of my party? uh no. i'd have gladly invited them. if i KNEW THEM. if they KNEW IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY FTE? i suppose the kids thought that it was james' birthday party (and so did james) and they asked when he was opening his presents (which there was only one bag from a cousin who ended up showing up for half an hour to see me open it. oh joy). I think james was surprised to be reminded it wasn't his birthday.

SOOOO i ended up reading most of the party. and being scolded at for reading during most of the party ( as if these people wanted to socialize with me? ). OH the present i got from my cousin. He always gets angry at me cus i don't dress like a wiggar like he does, so he buys me a wiggar starter kit (wooooo~). XXL t-shirt, 38 38 pair of camo pants, four XL wife beaters, this really obnoxious fake gold belt thing and tried to give me one of those spinny rim necklaces on the side. thanks, but i'm quite comfortable in medium shirts, 34 32 pants and tattered cloth belt. thanks. oh yeah, and just to make sure i couldn't return them for AT LEAST my size, he rips off the tags and keeps the gift receit. My mental dictionary could be wrong, but i think that's pretty asinine. BUT FIONA (elizabeth's friend who i like more then her others- SHE BROUGHT HER BOYFRIEND WOOO~D< ) RAN HOME AND BROUGHT HER TWO CHOCOLATE LABS TO THE HOUSE : D they were so adorable~ O'mally and Mulligan- FTW, RITE? amazing names.

THE NEXT DAY, after sulking and reading s'more, we painted the garage : D HUZZAH~! I painted as fiercely as i could to get it over as fast as i could. It took us an hour. Then we ate lunch ( wendy's : D even if it was the wrong order, it was good ) . And painted the second coat for another hour. Fun stuff-- BUT WAIT. I lied. the second hour i stripped to my bathing trunks and pruned in jame's inflatable kiddy pool.

After we had all cleaned up and put on normal clothing, we went out to look for a dog for the house. The first place we went there was the most ADORABLE little puggle girl. a BEAUTIFUL shade of beige and so excited to be out of her cage and seeing people : D James hated it. It was a 4 to 1 vote and we didnt get it. Know why James didn't like it? not cus of it's adorable wrinkly face, or it's jumpy nature. No. It's because we weren't able to have the giant labrodor retriver. So just to spite us, as six year olds will do, he said he didn't want the puggle and only wanted the lab. Great. So we left to go fawn over more puggles in the mall (fte?). We had barely considered any of the puggles or even asked for a price when we just walked out of Pet Pouri. Now, about now i was angry at dad cus he had completely forgotten that he said he would at least let me hang around in the arcade or at the video game store for a bit, even with the lack of money he said he would give me for my birthday. My anger wasn't helped by the fact that, even though we "couldn't go to the arcade and watch me play video games" ( by the way, i told him that he could've just left me there "im a big boy now". ), we could easily go to Old Navy to watch my sister pick from a large variety of flip flops for the summer.

Ok, so the day certainly hadn't totally sucked. I read like 400 pages in combined total of the 3 books i was reading at the same time. I ate a spicy chicken sandwich and got wrinkled in a large, dirty, kiddy pool (it's always been my fantasy to prune in a kiddy pool!). And I saw the most adorable puggle puppy~. Even if james did ruin most of the day by telling phyllis i was being mean to him by reading and not playing with him, played obnoxiously with one of the wii toys from wendy's and almost destroyed my sandwich, comaplained to phyllis that i had gotten him wet before he put on his bathing suit, and choosing not to get the puggle because if it wasn't a labrador, he didn't want it (labradors being the dog we CAN'T have.)

So we get home from the mall and I'm all excited because i had misunderstood "watching netflix'd pirates 2" for "going out to the movie theatres to see pirates 3". I got home mildly excited after realizing what i misunderstood, because pirates 2 is still a pretty good movie and it's always good to review sequals before seeing the sequal's sequal, right? right. We didn't watch the movie till an hour after we planned because if James couldn't watch the Naked Brother's Band show and play Avatar on his gameboy at the same time, the world would end. 8 o'clock and we finally get the movie in, and james wont stop moving. He's swishing around some blanket he's got tied like a capeand talking throughout the movie. AND I KNOW 6 year olds will act like that during movies, but elizabeth had left and didnt have to deal with it while she was at her boyfriend's house, so why did I have to? But i ended up putting up with it anyway. Until he went to sleep at nine thirty after spilling his popcorn all over the floor (i was blamed for it, of course, so i had to vacuum the entireity of the first floor today). I finished watching the movie alone and went downstairs, had a stupid little row over stupid things with a friend who hasn't done anything wrong, and watched moulin rouge twice.

I woke up being yelled at byPhyllis and dad and such at 7:30 or so in the morning because we would be late to the memorial day march. Woo. Patriotism is fun, kids! So i grab a pair of jeans and pull on a dress shirt and go downstairs to look for my shoes- BUT WAIT. while going to the basement where my shoes WERE the day before, I was once again yelled at by phyllis because it was too hot outside to wear jeans and a dress shirt. More on this topic later. I couldn't find the shoes in the basement, which means i had to hunt through the house till i found that phyllis had stuck them in some closet. 15 minutes wasted, and another 2 minute scolding by phyllis for wasting 15 minutes. WE GO OUTSIDE. AND IT'S DRIZZLING AND BREEZY. Know what that means? I'm warm an' cozy in my (apparently) waterproof dress shirt while they're freezing their asses off in tank tops and short shorts with patriotic colors.

I DONT FEEL LIKE TYPING ANYMORE ABOUT THIS. Essentially all that happens after we get to the parade, i get trigger happy with a camera and take tons of pictures of some pug that was barking at all the cars. Then i got home and wrote this, 3 hours later (because i watched moulin rouge again, which still makes me cry in the end )

GOOD EV UH NING