Yeah bitches, my b-day today and guess how old I am... I'm bored, 17. Yay. For mah presents I got 1. Noise canceling headphones 2. Twilight, the movie (don't judge, it's a mix of crack and x for me) and 3. Super Princess Peach. I asked for this last year, and my dad left it in his bag and just found it this year. When I opened it I was like, "Did I ask for this?" Dad's response, "You did last year."

So later tonight, going for a yummy dinner at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, the one time a year that we do. I love it, especially the... wait, I love everything.

Oh, and I finally have my learner's permit, something I should have had 18 months ago, and I had my first lesson. I don't completely suck, but I'm still working on it...

And I saw Avatar and Princess and the Frog, both good, Avatar had amazing animation, dish out the extra duckets for IMAX, it's worth it. Princess and the Frog was good to, had some nice music and a little twist at the end, but Tiana was very sweet and genuine and the kind of girl that you don't want to be around if she's holding a knife and working on something. Gotta love Naveen's accent though, it's *swoon* dream worthy. Lol, jk, though he is sweet once you get past the lazy-ass that is there. Well, there's my update. Love ya'll

ok, so for anyone wondering why I may not have been in chatrooms much for the past week, the answer is simple. My computer, Calli, had some issues, specifically, she needed a new motherboard. I discovered this on Saturday, after my screen was completely black on Friday and made an appointment at the apple store. So, they said tuesday... I got Calli back today, Thursday. They are not reliable with time in the least. *sigh* but yeah. I should be posting a few poems soon, I just want to give them a final polish before I post them here. They're from my creative writing class and, so far it seems, everyone likes what I do, so I hope you'll like it when I show it to you.

Ok, so today is a landmark day for me and my boyfriend today. It has been one year since we became 'official'. We've gone through a lot, the hardest of which being we've never been able to actually hold each other, because we live apart. But I have to say, despite everything, I love him so much. It didn't even start off with us both liking each other, he confessed and I was like '... ok?' But now I'm very glad I said yes. Sure, I could technically be with someone at my school, but when I think about the slim pickings, and at my school they are, there are maybe 3 guys I would maybe consider going out with, one of which is striked off the list because he's my ex and currently best friend. But do not, under any circumstances, think I'm settling. I love him so much, he understands me and accepts all of me and my faults. He's the only person I feel comfortable crying to, the person I want to hold me on those lonely nights, the one that makes me laugh and feel better just by being himself. He gives me all of this, and I hope I return it to him. Are either of us perfect? No, I'm bossy, and controlling, and have mild temper spits and just... I'm flawed, but so is he. But it's not for me to bring his flaws out here, only to say we both have them. In my personal opinion, I am a bitch. I'm also a lover, a laugher, a writer, I'm so much, but I am a bitch. I get pleasure out of some things I shouldn't, that all of us do but none of us admit. I like being sarcastic, and I look down on people, I try not to, and whenever I do, I immediately think as best I can from their perspective. And I don't want any defending me, saying I'm not a bitch. I am, and so is everyone else, because no one is completely nice. But still, despite all of this, he loves me, and I love him more and more each day. I thank him for all the happiness he has given me, for the sadness he has taken from me, and even the pain that has been inflicted on me because of him, because it lets me realize how much I truly care and need him. If we were only happy, it wouldn't be real. But we're not. We fight, (well, I fight) we get upset, we hurt, but we push through it and talk it out. This is why we work, and have worked, for over a year, because we know when we need to talk and when we just need to be quiet.

Thank you so much, I love you

Ok, so some basics: I'm a junior in high school, I have two dogs, my school is a mix of a hippie school and a prep school, I love writing. Ok, done with basics. Now for actual updates. I am currently getting over the flu, normal flu, but it still sucks. My fever got as high as 100.7 yesterday. My dad woke me up at 4 am to take my temp, which really pissed me off because I had just fallen asleep, and for anyone who has had the flu, you know how hard it is to fall asleep. But I didn't yell at him, or scream, I just let him take my temp. And then, he did it again at 9. And now, two and a half hours later, my mom walks into my room holding a small dying bird. Why you may ask? Because it flew in through our window and she saved it from our dogs, and she let me touch it and it was so soft. I've never really touched a bird before, because I've only seen them flying or dead with ants around them... and then that one time at the eco station where a bird jumped onto my head and clung to my hair. So yeah... but anyways, flu almost gone, I basically have a throat that feels weird and a stuffy nose. Very mild temp as well. And that's it.

Ok, so as I've said in a previous journal, I had my wisdom teeth removed about a week ago. Well, Friday/Saturday has not been kind to me. Seriously, this has been my crap week, especially for those of you who have read the journal before this one should no. Not only did I get an infection because of stupid antibiotics the doctor gave me after my surgery, but, wait for it, here is the reason for the title.

Recently, I haven't been eating much, and no, not just because of wisdom teeth, but it was really bad this week. I'm a privileged brat who is spoiled, I know that much. So basics are, I can barely make food for myself, outside of the microwave, and now I can barely stomach the crappy bad food you put into a microwave. Why? Well, as some of you remember last year, I took a two month break to go to a health and fitness camp. Well, I ate really healthy there, and while I've adjusted back to normal living, my stomach, even a year later, cannot take as much junk food as I used to because my body can't take it. You think this would be a good thing, right? Wrong. I'm a picky eater, so this makes things even harder for me!!! Especially added to the fact that I can't cook, and no one will make me a meal except for dinner, I'm stuck with cereal and hot dogs and these awesome mini apple pies. See a problem? Well, anyways, the reason for the title is that Friday, my dad comes home from work and asks me if I want to see Ice Age 3 and if I've eaten anything today (me and my dad are both trying to lose weight, and because I'm a lazy ass (add this to reasons of barely eating) I'm now known for not eating much during the day) and I tell him I had a little pasta and nothing else besides a glass of milk (my fav drink of all time). I shrug and say yeah, the movie was going to be out of theatres soon, and I wanted to see it. Well, we go to Century City, a mall for those of you who don't know, and get some food at the food court. I get a cheese quesadilla from Baja Fresh. Yes, I explained about my low tolerance for bad food, but that's to the really unhealthy, very sugary stuff, or if it's way oversalted or too much fat. And I'm a dairy addict. Anyways, the cheese was good, and I love dipping it into the guacamole they give us. So later, we're at the movie and it hasn't even started yet. I'm nauseous, not enough to throw up, but enough to be damn uncomfortable. I also have a headache, so that makes all of this even better. Ok, so I sit through the movie, which was just a silly, funny movie which I enjoyed, like this the entire time, the at the end get the hell out of there as fast as possible. When I get home, I basically spent a good time on my bathroom floor waiting to throw up. Didn't happen. So I come back online for a little while before feeling even more sick again, and repeat sitting on the bathroom floor. Get a call from the bf, we talk a little while, then we agree to go to sleep. I barely move from where I am and, very soon (very surprising because I have insomnia) I'm asleep. This lasts for about 2 hours, and I wake up feeling great. Nausea gone, headache gone. So I take a nice, relaxing bath, just a soak, and then read for a bit. About 2 hours later, nausea comes back. I head down to the kitchen for a glass of water, which helps a little, then spots my mom's multivitamin jar. As you can tell from my diet, I'm somewhat lacking in essentials, and my mom told me I could take from it. So I did, one pill or whatever they are, put it in my mouth and it tastes horrible. I try swallowing with the water, but then my stomach lurches. I run to the sink and next thing you know, I'm barfing every single thing I'd eaten today (well, yesterday technically) into the garbage disposal. And I got some of my hair as well. Truthfully, I don't mind the throwing up, it doesn't last more than a minute or two, and my stomach always feels better afterwards. What I hate is the nausea before, and the scent and burning left afterwards. Those both suck. Anyways, I had to get in the shower and clean my hair, after already using hot water to relax (water is expensive in California, and even on a good day, my hair is a bitch to comb) so I'm not too happy. Now I'm just sitting here, typing this all up.

If you've made it this far, hooray. This was a rant journal. Not gonna say I hoped you enjoyed it, because I really don't think anyone would, but if you actually read this far, I'm impressed and give you a hug for caring that much, or for being too damn curious There you go.

On a side note, I'm giving blood later today. I give blood with my dad now that I can, and we go once every other month. We were going to go last Saturday, but couldn't because of my wisdom teeth and such. Anyways, enjoy your weekend people.