Today was a let down. As usual. I only invited four people, because Laura is out of town and I don’t really have any other friends.
Well Allen couldn’t make it because he has pink eye, and Melanie’s grandpa is in the hospital so she couldn’t come either. I don’t blame them, and I understand why they couldn’t make it. But it still made me sad.
So it was just me, Nicole, and Stella. Stella is always fun, and Nicole is..just Nicole. I was glad to have them both there. We played Twister, and hit the pinata, and my mom made poppy seed cake (my favorite). Nicole didn’t go to dinner because she wasn’t feeling good but Stella went. It was awful, in case you were wondering.
The food was good, but the evening itself was bad. The entire time my parents were riding me about finding a job. Because I’m 18 now so there are lots more places I can apply. They said I should apply at the restaurant where we were eating and when I told them I didn’t want to because I know people who work there and they say it’s awful, they looked at me like I was some dumb little kid. They always do that. They criticize everything I do. They question the clothes I wear, the TV shows I watch, music I listen to, the friends I hang out with, and everything else. It’s just tiring to have to repeatedly tell them that I don’t give a shit about their opinions. I love them, but I don’t care one bit if they like my clothes, or my friends or anything else.
On the bright side, I got some pretty cool presents. Stella made me a card, Nicole got me a Spongebob Chia Pet (which I pretended to like), and a scarf that she knitted herself. From my parents I got a new iPod, headphones, this one cool puzzle, a few necklaces, and a ten dollar gift card to the coffee house I always go to with Allen. John got me a really sweet book, The Official Dictionary of Sarcasm.
“Just ’cause you’re the most sarcastic person I know, M.” he said when I opened it. I hugged him.
Steve even called to say happy birthday. We only talked for three and a half minutes, but it was nice to talk to him. He talked about how bummed he was to have missed the pinata, and said that we should have one for Thanksgiving at grandma’s on Thursday. He’s going to be home tomorrow afternoon. I’m excited to open his present, he says I’m going to love it.
I should have more dialogue in these posts shouldn’t I? You all don’t have any idea how I sound when I’m talking to other people. I’ll work on putting more of that in.
xoxo,
Melanie
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