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Birthday, Jai, and Divorce My birthday was the day before the day before yesterday as of half an hour ago, and I still haven't made an entry about it. If you don't care, don't read it, but I like to recap these events to look back on. Click here for some old school birthday fun. Perhaps Diaryland doesn't link to Blogger, because I had to refresh quite a bit for it to show up.First off, my room is too small, summer is too hot, and Katie is too loud. They all came over, they being Eva, Amanda, Sagen, Sammie, Indy, Katie, and Carly. We just bounced around my room and talked for about an hour waiting for everyone, we had cake and I opened my super awesome terrific great cool presents, and then off to the mall we went. In short: A guy totally checked out Sagen and her sexy socks, Sammie got me the coolest cat ear clips, Sagen got me the coolest weapon/star bracelet, we ate, we shopped, we crashed the mall, and people were amazed by our brilliance and coolness. Ok. Scratch that last part. We had a lengthy argument with the Hot Topic guy about good music. Indy was buying Elephant on vinyl, and he up and said "Duuuuuude, the White Stripes suck." Threats from Indy ensued. The guy admitted that he has the upper body strength of an 11 year old girl, Indy whapped him with her shoe, his bitchy emo scenester friend criticized Indy when she said, "So what DO you like? Punkish stuff? What?", I said not to talk because that entire store IS "punkish stuff," Indy argued with him some more about Good Charlotte, and I snarked at Mr. Punkier-Than-Thou for his Made hat. I really did think it was all in good fun. But then Mr. PTT practically threw my purchase (a Mr. Roger's t-shirt) at me. That slut. So, that was fun. We also saw Pirates of the Caribbean. Katie was a fucking loud-mouth, and Sammie never did kick her in the head. The eyeliner was hot, the Johnny was hot, the Orli was hot. Home again, home again. We did many things. Sammie and I had a Queer Eye quote-off, and we said "whaaaat?" about 482 times. We sat around and talked about Ms Wallace, voodoo dolls, drunk guys, dog sex. There was a scandal involving Sammie, Sagen, a ringing telephone magnet, and me. Carly was injured in a gymnastics accident. Indy made friends with Adam. We took a brisk morning walk at about 6 in our pajamas, and woke up the neighborhood. People fell asleep, so Sammie and I called the Hip Tips Hotline and pecked people with a parrot decoration. We fell asleep. We woke up. We ate. People left. Indy was still there, so we went downstairs and rummaged through my dad's records, listening to his old Led Zeppelin and our new White Stripes. She left. I got a cell phone! His name is Jai. Divorce part of this entry removed, 2/22/04. Some selective editing. :)
2003-08-04 @ 12:27 a.m. |