I went to a costume party last night dressed as Brendon Urie. I'm so proud of myself :)
Also, um, it's my birhtday on Sunday. Not that I really care. Almost every birthday I've ever had has been ruined in some way. We even went to test drive a new car for my dad on my 12th birthday. I hated every second of it. And last year I begged my mom not to throw a party, but she did anyway, and invited a bunch of people I can't stand.
And it looks as if this year won't be any different. My mom asked me what I want for a present, and when I said I don't really know, she got so mad at me. Now she's ignoring me and I doubt if she'll be talking to me for the rest of the day. Maybe even the rest of the weekend.
I detest birthdays (mine anyway).
