Ah, the turning of 15.

Not nearly as exciting as 13 or as profound as 14, and not quite the excitement of 16, but it’s older.

And for me it’s kind of…special?

‘Cause there are just a lot of things this year happening that are going…~dare I ruin my rep and say it?~ Good.

Well, I have since solved  my previous boy-problems, and a now am happily chatting with him two hours a day on the phone. I will soon have ch better eyesight because I get fucking awesome eye GLASSES that are black and white rimmed and everything and on Monday I get to drive to school.

Me. 

In a car.

On the streets.

Scared yet?

Ok, with Paramore so entergetically playing at highest volume. Which is pretty damn loud. If you’re not scared now, you should be. And then I get to drive to the library during after-school traffic and go hang out with my previously mentioned boy-problem. ~Don’t worry I’m fixing him.~

He happens to be a total idiot, who can be totally wrong without noticing ~we have like a war going on about that. It’s fun.~ and who’s friends are probably stupider than him.

But whatever.

Happy birthday to all other Oct. 14ths out there.

*CONFETTI FALLS ON EVERYTHING AND RAINBOWS EMERGE FROM NEARBY SHRUBBERYS AND CLOWNS ARE BURNING. A LOT. ‘CAUSE NO ONE LIKES THEM.*

Haha-dead clowns. I hope their afros are flammable. Well, they will be either way with this gasoline….*evil laughter*