Mildly older than fourteen, still painfully younger than sixteen....this is my age. It was all quite lovely. Upon waking, I get to enjoy a wonderful breakfast courtesy of the Young Men in my ward... though they didn't know it. They thought it was only for the Joint Presidency Meeting at eight o' clock in the morning on a Saturday. I feel like this should be a crime somewhere.... but when we get to decide which activities we are to do for the next year, it compensates.
I also see friends at the end of our lovely meeting. They wish me happiness on the celebration of my birth, and that they like my pants.
I flee to home where I spiff up so to mess it up at a later time. And after donning skinny pants and a crowned t-shirt, I munch on Yogurt Bliss alongside Katelyn. Coconut topped with strawberries wins.
We find an empty nail salon and speak of boys while our hands are spiffed. We would like to tan and be those kind of girls, but alas, fifteen is not enough for that bed of light-bulbs. So we flee to Wingers for sustenance, where we are to meet Laurel. I also am pleased to meet a good friend of Katelyn's, Jake. He is pleasant. My family has connections with this restaurant, yes.
We part ways with Katelyn and Laurel and I scurry to Walmart, a magical place of wonder. Where I purchase possibly the greatest animated movie created yet. Toy Story 3. It touches my heart.
My brother eats entirely too much and is entirely too scary. Never the less, a party proceeds. It all good fun, and bff's were not sick. Obscene amounts of Skittles were consumed, but when plastic was getting it's face melted off I had to draw a line. With my new Crayola Window Markers. I vandalize the school the following week. Best. Present. Ever.
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