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Hello, faithful blog-readers! I do apologize very, very sincerely for my lack of posts throughout the past few weeks. No, I have not fallen off of a cliff, got hit by a car, or developed a mental disability. Yes, I have been on Facebook, and yes, I just did not feel like writing. For that, dear friends, I am sorry.



But! The show must go on, and I must tell you of my adventures! Let us begin with my, if I do say so myself, BANGIN' party. As I had told you before, there were 15 or 16 girls there. I don't remember, and don't feel like counting. The evening started off when, at the same time, I got about 10 texts telling me that people couldn't sleep over, were going to be late, etc. One girl even told me she couldn't come! I was a little depressed, because Rachel, the girl that couldn't come, was one of my good friends. But, alas! The show must go on! So the girls and I waited for the late-comers by snacking and/or jumping on the trampoline. Even though most of us go to the same school, it's a big school, so some people didn't know each other, at least very well. They got aquainted with each other, and by then, everyone was there. We talked for a while, and then it was time to get it going. I began with the scavenger hunt for all things pink! There were two teams, and getting these teams together was a bit of a hassle. But it happenned, I gave out the list of items and the rules, and off we went! Each group went door-to-door in our neighborhood asking my neighbors for any disposable pink item. My team did quite well, and w even got a chair from Mrs. Jostworth! At the end, no one really wanted to tally up their points, so it was just assumed that we won. Then we hung out for a while, you know, the way girls do. After some more o' that boring stuff, we went downstairs to the Kissing Booth! (Note: I know this isn't exactly pink-themed, per say, but it is girly!) Lauren and I had made a board covered with pictures of smokin' guys, like Rob Pattinson, Brad Pitt, Taylor Lautner, Brody Jenner, Chris Pine, etc., and also some ugly ones, like a super ugly dog, a naked mole rat, same Day-Lewis guy that we called Gay-Lewis since he had both his ears pierced, and Steve Urkle. Each girl was spun around thrice (and yes, I did just say thrice in every day speech). Then they pecked the board, also thrice. The points for each person they kissed was tallied, and the girl with the most points won! Doesn't that sound fun?!? Haha. Then we enjoyed some delish cotton candy, made on my own patio. It was a big hit, because, I mean, who doesn't love pink sugar in cone form?? Freaks, that's who! Then we playe.....drum roll, please.....BARBIES!! I had gone and picked about 10 fun, fresh, and pink fabrics, and each girl was given a Barbie, courtesy of Lauren. The goal was to make the best dress for your Barbie than anyone else! My Barbies sucked, but everyone else's were amazing. They went totally above and beyond what was expected, and my mother and the other judges (MG and Margo) were blown away. Morgan won, with Kat in close second (=. Then there was presents, which, much like the Barbies, were amazing. Thanks to everyone who spent their time and money getting me a fab b-day prezzie! For example, recieved two Forever 21 gift cards, one Starbucks gify card, a Coach letter M key chain, the movie Bride Wars, Love Spell perfume (OMG it is from Victoria's Secret and the most amazing scent in the whole world), and many other totally fun, creative, and definately me gifts. Perhaps the funniest was a card from Morgan, who goes to my church. I won't put what it says on here, for two reasons. For one, my mom and her little spying friends read this, and I refuse to tell them what it says, mainly just for the fun of it. For two, I am going to respect the privacy of whoever the card may have been about. It really wasn't all that important, embarrassing, or anything else, it was more just funny. Maybe I will tell you later. After all of this, we still had cake and icecream to eat. The cake was rasberry, and it was absolutely divine! It was moist, rasbery-y, and all over pinkilicious! For the rest of the night, we watched movies, played truth or dare, jumped on the tramp, chugged 2-liters of soda, gossipped, and pretty much anything but slept, until about 5 or 6 in the morning. Once we woke up, we had a pancake buffet, where everyone was more or less awake. After the whole experiece, there was only one thing left to say: "Can I have a pink loofah?!?!"

Stay with me here. I still have a whole "vacation" to tell you about. Yes, it's true. I went to the Land of the Old, the Dominion of the Dying, the Realm of the Retired....Florida. Okay, so it really wasn't all that bad....sort of. Now, don't start thinking, "Oh wow, she doesn't even appreciate a vacation to Florida!" Because it wasn't the vacation I didn't appreciate. It was my brother. It was almost like a freaking tv show! He got me in trouble so many times I couldn't count them. He annoys me at home sometimes, but he really out-did himself. It was insane. There were times when we got along, but most of the time I was getting yelled at for "fighting with your brother". However, there were a few shining moments. I shot a gun for the first time. Well, three guns, to be exact. The first thing you've gotta know is that on shows like Chuck, they don't realistically portray the booming sound of a gun firing. I had to use ear plugs, and even then, it was loud! Wow. The second thing is: a shotgun hurts where you fire it! It pushes back into your arm. I think my dad called it "kick". From what I was told, it was actually a pretty weak kick, but I'm a 13-year-old girl. It hurt. You have to press it hard into your shoulder before you shoot it, because if you don't it'll go forward and slam back. Another "first" was parasailing, which I did with my dad. Forthose of you who don't know, parasailing is where you get in a harness and are strapped to a parachute, which is attatched to a boat. The boat starts moving, and you go up in the air. I was 600 feet up, and loving it! I was swinging the harness around, and it was very fun. It was not scary at all once you were up there. It was a little scary at the very beginning, when you get dragged off the platform of the boat and don't know what to expect. Then my borther also had a first: his first time singing kereoke! For those of you who don't know Griffin, he loves to sing. Constantly. It was very well-recieved, and the guy invited him to come sing on Saturday at a family bar called Mugs n' Jugs. And whaddaya know, Saturday night found us at Mags n' Jugs Family Grill! Griff snag to a fairly large audience, and he was great! Some guy walked up to him, asked to buy him a video game, and handed him five bucks! It was hysterical! I think he had a great time.

When he sang for the first time, he tried to get me to come up ad sing Love Shack with him. I fought for a while, but then realized he would just hold it against me, so I did. In the beginning, I turned the mike off and liip-synched. Then, I turned it back on, but held it way from my mouth. It was sooo awful, embarrassing, scarring, etc.! Then, Griffin got all mad at me, like literally screaming at me, like, "THE ONE CHANCE I GET WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY APPRECIATE MY SINGING AND YOU JUST MESS IT UP BY NOT SINGING! YOU LOOKED SO STUPID AND YOU RUINED IT FOR ME!" My parents did nothing, of course, because they weren't in the car when he did that. I told them, but, all too predictably, they shrugged it off.

Most of our time was spent either at my granfpa's house or in his pool. The reason for the trip was to be with him, because his lady friend who lived with him, Bev, passed away. They were very close, so he was pretty sad. I think seeing us cheered him up considerably, so I was happy we went. We took home some beautiful paintings that Bev painted. I got very pretty jewelry, two satin hangers, and the Notebook on dvd. Perhaps my favorite thing, though, was something that my grandpa gave me. It used to belong to my Grandma Roberts, his late wife, whom I never got to meet. It is a keychain that I wear as a necklace, called a Kissing Timer. It's a keychain that my grandma gave to my grandpa when he got a new job, and it has charms and an hourglass on it. It's so unique and I love it. My dad told me I was never allowed to use it (=.

This post is getting very, very long so I'm going to stop Thanks for listening (or rather reading) the tales of my life. See ya!

You know you love me,
MR