mid-morning crisis

gross, i just woke up like two hours ago. i dyed my hair. Its dark brown (finnaly back to my natural color) and right now its all over because i didnt tie it back last night before i went to bed. im so pathetic. im sitting in front of my conputer wearing boxers and my t-shirt from yesterday. Birthday countdown; 5 days. only three days untill my party/ "gathering". Ashley cant come because shes going to Reno. I invited Heather and asked her to tell Pieter&co. to come along. At least im not like Ash who asked heather to go to her party in august and TOLD her to tell Pieter he could come but please dont bring along willie and daniel and everyone. thank you very much. Im glad heather blew up at ash. Thats pretty wrong. How uncouth can someone be? Oh hey, i found this guy on friendster, Jerome, whose really nice if not slightly older than me. (hes 18 in a few days). Fun. I emailed ash with all our convos and his picture. I know, i know i talk shit about ash a lot, but shes still my friend and we were really close (in my opinion) for a while there. Yeah, im a hypocrite, at least i can admit it and am open with the fact. damn my head iches. I should probaly go take a shower. too... damn... lazy.... everyone else is eating lunch right now. I just finished breakfast. Microwave french toast. What will they think of next? Blahhhg. so bored. I must have slept eleven hours yet i could still easily fall asleep again, right now. Oh my god. Ashley wants to buy me condoms and lube for my birthday. jesus. She asked me the other day, on AIM, "would i get in trouble if i got you condems (she mispelled it that way) and lube?". I implied that she would. I always get my friends cool gifts. I can say, safely, that yeah, i am imaginative and i put together cool packets of gifts, for my friends that i like. I hope Mother and dad get me a computer. I have been writing these from the "computer room", which is a far to grand a name for this wide space in the back hallway. the laundry is stacked in baskets to my right and the dinner table looks right at me as i sit here. the back cuppard is built onto the desk here. i really want my own computer. I hope, i hope, i hope, i hope. Its my Sweet sixteen, i really hope i get one. I would usually never point out anything as misogynistic as a sweet sixteen, except that i REALLY want this. okay, im awake enough to go takke my shower now. Later

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