I'll explain my reasoning for choosing those particular words for the entry title thingy later. So shut up and let me talk.

Damn, almost a month since my last update. My birthday past. Any other year except for last, I would of been jumping all about it. But these two years weren't too excitiing. I suppose I only got excited before was because everyone else was, nobody seemed too concerned so I wasn't. Cause I'm just cool like that  I just had to add that.

But anyways, I really wanted this old original Gamboy game. But instead I got a kickass stereo with alarm clock, 5 cd slots things, clock, two speakers with cords so they can be placed separatly, etc. And I was upset about that. I brought up maybe wanting a new stereo since my Panic at the Disco cd won't play in my old one. But that was the only reason, my old one was just fine. I mean, if I really wanted a new one, I hold be fallin head over heals for it. But I liked my little old sensitive cd reader boombox. I've had it since 4th grade, when my dad found it in the basement for me. I'm too sensitive, moarning over a little shit box because I relied on it before I even liked music. But I also really wanted that game.

To bad I can't remember what else went on since then....

I don't think I've told anyone about Rachel's last vet trip. The man said that she's probably had a stroke, that's why she's leaning to the side. Every night since them, I've told myself to look it up if strokes are lethal and how much longer she has. But I havn't. I don't want to find out if my ratty baby might be dead tommorow.

I guess my parents are rubbing off on me too much now. They don't seem to care about anything much and only get excited about things that I really don't want to do, like violin recitals (I will kill who ever the hell invented those) and all the wrong things. Since my dad had the weird as hell cough thing last year, they seem to want to keep everything simple, stress free, and down right boring. They deemed my birthday party will be next weekend, but I have yet to make the invitations because I don't know what the hell we'll be doing, how many we can invite, etc. Mom said just some pizza and movies, but that will be hell and my friends will regret coming. Katie F is already going to Brittany C's Halloween party that night too. Even though she knew about mine for awhile, just not the details.

Another thing with my parents....they are so hipacritical. Shut up, I didn't spell that right. They never tell us anything until the day of, or simply not at all. Then they yell at my brother and I if we forget to tell the somthing. My mom expects me to tell her every little thing from when I get my period to any minor changes in my life plan. Whereas I didn't know my dad was going in for surgery until a day later when a neighbor brought it up. Another thing, they both seem to procrastinate and conveintantly forget things. My dad still has to fix my stupid goddamn computer so I can quit using Max's and I can use aim and get my saved stuff back. And mom still a shirt of mine to iron on her bedroom floor. It's been there since April. It probably won't fit me anymore.

I promise the next entry will be a tad less personal and more about the events that have happened. There are still alot of things I want to cover. And I need to tell why my wording choice for the title.