I hate reading other people's life stories. Not the published ones, but the ones
that are written by just average kids and posted on their blog, or Kupika Diary.
It's not because I don't give a fuck about your life, but it's because you try to
make your life seem as sad as possible. It's like you're SURE to include the fact
that your bestfriend egged your house, but you don't include 100 dollar bill you
found on the sidewalk, or the contest you won, the new friends you made. Oh, no.
Only the sad stuff. 

I don't even know what your problems are. It's like you guys are in a contest, and
the saddest life wins. I don't know about you, but I'd rather show people how happy
I am, and how nice my friends are...

You are welcome.

Today, Ozh came up to me high. And he started poking me in the shoulder screaming,
"PASS THE BALL. PASS THE BALL. PASS THE BALL. PASS THE BALL." Then I was like, "D: I
don't have a ball." And he bursted into laughter and walked away.

Ozh... What a creature.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BITCH.
:D

"Today was my birthday. And like, I didn't get the cell phone I've been asking
for. And then my crush didn't say hi to me. And like. One of my friends got sick any
couldn't come. Worst Birthday Ever. *Sob*"


FUCKKKK.
-Venting-
Uh. What the fuck. I hate it when people complain about their birthdays when it's
still a GOOD birthday. I mean, for one... no one gets everything they want. And
believe me, it hurts the friend who can't come to your birthday as much as it hurts
you; No one wants to miss their friends birthday. 

"Today was my birthday. And like, I didn't get the cell phone I've been asking
for. And then my crush didn't say hi to me. And like. One of my friends got sick any
couldn't come. Worst Birthday Ever. *Sob*"


FUCKKKK.
-Venting-
Uh. What the fuck. I hate it when people complain about their birthdays when it's
still a GOOD birthday. I mean, for one... no one gets everything they want. And
believe me, it hurts the friend who can't come to your birthday as much as it hurts
you; No one wants to miss their friends birthday. 

IF YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT A BAD BIRTHDAY, This was my 12th birthday.
My dad was in the hospital. Having his second Brain Surgery, after being diagnosed
with brain cancer. 
I was home alone all night, because my mom was at the hospital with my dad. I wanted
to go visit my dad at the hospital, too, but there was a virus break out, and there
was only allowed 1 guest per patient. 
I watched the Premier of Jump In.
And had a bowl of cereal for dinner.

That's a fucking bad birthday. But, still... I'm sure if my dad could've post-poned
the surgery, or had it any other day OTHER then my birthday, he would have. I know
that he was sorry. So I forgive him.

Stop acting as if your birthday is the day of WORSHIP for you, like everyone else
has to stop and drop what they're doing to please you. Kthx.

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I lost my 54 key keyboard. 
...Uh, that's a pretty large keyboard, yes? 
How did I lose it, you ask? I have no fucking idea. 
I found it leaned up against the wall RIGHT outside my bedroom door. I have no idea
how I didn't see it.

SLOOOWEEERRRR...

Oh these insturments! D:
Trumpet.
Hannah now has a Trumpet to add on to the Flute, Uke, 3 guitars, keyboard, melodica,
and a random bongo drum that I got for my birthday. 
I lost my 54 key keyboard. 
...Uh, that's a pretty large keyboard, yes? 
How did I lose it, you ask? I have no fucking idea. 
I found it leaned up against the wall RIGHT outside my bedroom door. I have no idea
how I didn't see it.

SLOOOWEEERRRR...

Oh these insturments! D:
Trumpet.
Hannah now has a Trumpet to add on to the Flute, Uke, 3 guitars, keyboard, melodica,
and a random bongo drum that I got for my birthday. 
I'm going to learn to play Trumpet for Jazz Band at school.
DAMNIT.

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I'm collecting postcards.
Amanda. Gabby. Helpmeout.
You both have my address.
I HAVE FIVE POSTCARDS SO FAR, AND I STARTED COLLECTING LESS THEN 3 WEEKS AGO.
WINWIN.

So.
I've been in Mexico. 
Don't ask.
Don't ask.
OHOHOH, BUT I GOT A CORONA SHIRT.
Hardcore shit.
I'm collecting postcards.
Amanda. Gabby. Helpmeout.
You both have my address.
I HAVE FIVE POSTCARDS SO FAR, AND I STARTED COLLECTING LESS THEN 3 WEEKS AGO.
WINWIN.

So.
I've been in Mexico. 
Don't ask.
Don't ask.
OHOHOH, BUT I GOT A CORONA SHIRT.
Hardcore shit.

The reason I am writing this entry is not because I felt the need to tell the whole
fucking world about my stupid ass 5-card collection. Or about my fucking messed up
time in mexico... 
Truth be told, it's because whenever I commented on anything, it always said "GREAN"
below my comment, because that was the name of my latest diary entry. And everytime I
saw that, I laughed... D: 
Loser.

UHUHUH.
So.
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Goodbye.

PS. Next time you're at your local postcard store, and you see a postcard that says
your city name on it... You know what to do. (:
I'll message you my addresss.

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