So since I've gotten my wisdom teeth out, I've kind of been so out of whack. My sleeping hours are all messed up and I'm eating at strange hours. Good news is one of my stitches fell out and most of the hurt is gone. My jaw is yellow and slightly swollen, but pretty ok. I still need to eat soft food, though, and no soda for a few weeks. I'll give it til Jamie's birthday and then I'm going back on soda. Because I'm really sick of these caffeine headaches.
MY NAME IS MARISSA AND I AM A CAFFEINE ADDICT.
It's true... AND HEY, TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY. I'm 17 now. So I can give legal sexual consent, I don't have to sneak into movies anymore, and I don't have a curfew (Well, somewhat.) . I got a few happy birthday texts and lots of wall posts on Facebook, but the most shocking was a text I got a little bit ago. I was just sitting there peeling shrimp and all of the sudden, Happy Birthday. I wasn't really expecting it at all, so I was pretty surprised. Hold the phone! That means our favorite person remembered my birthday! Maybe this puzzling person wasn't lying. But I'm having a tough time interpreting it. Is it a sign of formality, or a return the favor, or a sign of weakness? Maybe a chance at reconciliation. For some reason, I read it as half-hearted and forced. Like when moms make their kids kiss grandma goodbye and the kids are all like, "NO I HATE YOU GO DIE."
I dunno. I guess I should say thank you, but I don't want to look weak and it doesn't seem sincere at all. Sure I sound like a huge bitch, but I hold grudges and I wasn't the one that caused all of this. So I'm not giving in first.
AND GROSS! We saw Waida freaking driving some girl out of my neighborhood! He looked over at us and was smiling. And he was driving a truck. Which only made us all laugh and proved our point that arrogant, egotistical, annoying douchebags all drive trucks. Ha ha, we're so opinionated.
But yeah, good birthday so far. Heather got me a present last night, which was this cute Alice in Wonderland ornament that I'm totally hanging in my car and colored pens! I love pens! In colors! I wonder what else I'll get tonight... I'm not really looking for presents, but it'd be AWESOME to get a freaking iPod. Ha ha. And that wig for Ivy.
xx When You're Sad And No One Knows It, I'll Send You Black Roses Marz
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