Birthday stuff.
Nov. 27th, 2005 01:08 amI turned 18 on Thanksgiving, as you all know.
My family is kind of weird. We're not holiday people- we never really celebrate holidays in any kind of ultra-special fashion. Unlike many people I've heard of, my parents would never think of kicking me out of my room to accomodate some random family member they don't even like. And my grandparents just kind of hate everyone. And also, my father works on every major holiday except Christmas Eve (he works Christmas day, though.) That's why holidays are very quiet, nothing-special affairs. Thanksgiving is possibly the least well-celebrated of the celebratory holidays, because my family resents the big fuss people make over how much food will be served. In my family, dinner often consists of a whole chicken with all of the trimmings. I mean, why not? Unlike many families, my family prefers real food over processed stuff, at least for dinner. This Thanksgiving was more eventful than usual because it was my birthday (I get my birthday off from school a lot because of the days it tends to fall on) and it was a nice affair. ( Birthday stuff )
( And then we went to Cypress Gardens. )
( But what you really care about are the presents! )
Time for more patheticness:
The last couple of days were truly the best days of my life. I can't imagine my life without him... it would be so empty. VERY empty. What would I do? Become an emo kid, I guess. I'm not obsessed with him, or needy, or clingy; just very much in love.
I'll stop now before people throw up or something. :)
Also, I tried to make some fudge recipe, but it... didn't work, lol.
I'll try again when I have the right ingredients. :)
Sparkle at yo homegirl! (That means TALK TO ME, in case you don't speak IvyBGreenflowerese :)) @ 2:27 AM
P.S. The Beatles still own your spleens, by the way.
My family is kind of weird. We're not holiday people- we never really celebrate holidays in any kind of ultra-special fashion. Unlike many people I've heard of, my parents would never think of kicking me out of my room to accomodate some random family member they don't even like. And my grandparents just kind of hate everyone. And also, my father works on every major holiday except Christmas Eve (he works Christmas day, though.) That's why holidays are very quiet, nothing-special affairs. Thanksgiving is possibly the least well-celebrated of the celebratory holidays, because my family resents the big fuss people make over how much food will be served. In my family, dinner often consists of a whole chicken with all of the trimmings. I mean, why not? Unlike many families, my family prefers real food over processed stuff, at least for dinner. This Thanksgiving was more eventful than usual because it was my birthday (I get my birthday off from school a lot because of the days it tends to fall on) and it was a nice affair. ( Birthday stuff )
( And then we went to Cypress Gardens. )
( But what you really care about are the presents! )
Time for more patheticness:
The last couple of days were truly the best days of my life. I can't imagine my life without him... it would be so empty. VERY empty. What would I do? Become an emo kid, I guess. I'm not obsessed with him, or needy, or clingy; just very much in love.
I'll stop now before people throw up or something. :)
Also, I tried to make some fudge recipe, but it... didn't work, lol.
I'll try again when I have the right ingredients. :)
Sparkle at yo homegirl! (That means TALK TO ME, in case you don't speak IvyBGreenflowerese :)) @ 2:27 AM
P.S. The Beatles still own your spleens, by the way.