The day I woke up.

       So today I woke up.  Nothing special happened while I was asleep. No one needed me once I rolled out of bed.  No work to do today.  Today I woke up.
       It almost felt like a dream to wake up and not have any responsibility, like God was punking me.  But no, I woke up and that was all.  My bed didn't hug me and try to keep me in.  My siblings and parents could handle themselves without me.  I didn't have any mission work to do.  It was beautiful, today I just woke up.

Birthdays

       I really hate birthdays.  No, its not that I hate getting older, or the gifts.  I like those things.  I hate that people that I don't usually talk to, for good reason, have the audacity to come greet me, wish me happy birthday, and tell me to have fun.  Don't you dare tell me what to do! Just for that I am going to go and watch middle school sports and bore myself to death.  Teach you to tell me to "have a great birthday."
       That being said, the attention is pretty nice.  You can get away with things on your birthday that you cannot usually get away with otherwise.  Things like cheesy pickup lines, accidentally tackling someone in the hall, cutting in line and many other great things.  For example, today I hugged someone into someone else and took all three of us out.  When questioned by the administration my simple reply was "It's my birthday" and all wrongdoing was in the past.  Believe you me, birthdays can be great excuses.
       So now its like three minutes till the bell, I am updating my blog before a night on the town.  I will pig out and make sure I actually do have a great birthday.  Love to my friends, love to my readers, and last but definitely most, love to my mother who had to give birth to me 16 short years ago.

I had this pet..

       Alright, so I had this pet lizard I had named Lizzie.  Lizzie was a cute pet, kinda.. I mean for a lizard.. But going beyond that; at first I loved Lizzie but then things changed.  That annoying little reptile was dumber then a square wheel and could not be trained to do anything. It was all slimy looking and quite frankly the damn thing got on my nerves more often then it amused me.  Lizzie was, in essence, a waste of time, space, and attention.
       Lizzie reminds me of this girl at school, named Lizzie. She and my old pet lizard have more in common then anyone would ever realize, except for the fact that my cold blooded reptile was sweeter and had a bigger heart then this girl.  And my past pet was never called a muffin.  What is a muffin you ask?  A muffin is an ugly cupcake.  Mean I know but I never said I called her that; other, more observant people do.