My legs look like they have chicken pox.
Well, no, because I don't actually know what chicken pox looks like. And I don't have it. Nay, my legs itch so because of 40 EFFING MOSQUITO BITES! I counted.
I will now let out a fairly violent stream of explicits:
I'm not sure if that actually meant anything...or why that's a link...
IN OTHER NEWS. It's my birthday tomorrow! I will finally be thirteen! I will no longer be so recognizably the youngest person in the group! I will be a TEENAGER.
For some reason it's not exciting as everyone says it is.
Well, that's just me. Still, it's weird looking back 3 months and 4 days ago and thinking, "It'll be my birthday in 3 months and 5 days. Shit that's a long time." I pick that date because May 20th is, guess who's????, Basil's birthday. I'm pathetic.
Is it just me, or does this entry sound too forced?
Ew, I just looked up chicken pox...ick.