go ahead and scream it.

It feels so weird to be sixteen. My mother got all sentimental with me and was all like "oh how time flies" with a dramatic sigh. I mean it is a little sad, im HALF WAY through high school and i can still remeber the first day of freshman year. But i feel so much better saying im sixteen ya know? When people would ask me how old i am i always felt embarassed to say fifteen. Now i feel more mature, and adult. Weird right?!?!? Yeah i know. But this morning i woke up early to go to breakfast with my good friend rebecca, we gossiped, chatted and then went to this really high end store that i did not know was high end, and felt very oddly out of place. They sold Dianna Von Furstenburg, and fancy schtuff like that. Now though im home all alone which is actually really nice because its just....quiet. Theres nobody to bother me and i dont have to SCREAM over to the other room because my brother im convinced with deaf because he has to turn up the volume to the TV to like the highest it can possibly know.

all sorts of people are telling me happy birthday on face book though, like people that i dont know at all and friended them anyway, which i always find really creepy. Like one time this kid friended me and i didnt know him, so i falked him. And he went to this school in Minnesota, and i think was my age. But on his wall it said that he friended TWO GIRLS that had the exact same name as me that same day. how utterly weird and creepy. Plus when i was a freshman i remember setting my account so that people when they type your name into the search box they couldnt see or find you. And i was just like after the first month like WHY ISINT ANYBODY FRIENDING ME!!! do i smell, do people not like me, maybe they think i talk to much, which i totally do. But then i realized that i had that setting on, because im an idiot.

But now im looking up victorias secret bras because if you buy one today you get a free tshirt, hoping that my mom will buy me one, while jamming out to cobra starship and OneRepublic, debating whether or not i should paint my nails or not, maybe ill make myself one kick ass lunch. Happy Birthday to myself, Jesus obviousily loves me because he decided it was going to be poopy and rain all day. my faith is strong.

Im just gonna go be one HOT MESS,
xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxox love love katie.