People have been asking me what I want for my birthday. I don't really know, so I tell them to either get me a gift card to the bokstore or a gift card to the video game store. I mean, I do know what I want, but someone's already gotten it for me (Thanks Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa...I love you).

I would also want legos, but no one wants to get me legos. They rarely used to because I'm a girl, but now they think I should own more mature things. Well, **** that! I'm not always mature. Oh, well.

Anyway, I know what I really want. You see, Me and my friend always plan these pranks involving a rubber chicken. I just realized today I couldn't play the pranks because I don't have one. So what I want is a rubber chicken!

Sorry, random. I'm bored waiting for my ride to school and I can't go outside because there's lightning...So I've got time on my hands.

AHHH! My birthday is TOMORROW! I can't believe I'm gonna be sixteen! Sixteen...what happened to the old days of gigging at fart jokes while eating from Spongebob lunch bags?

Oh, yeah. I still do that. Anyway. I'll be SIX-FREAKING-TEEN...where does the time go?