Sami is asleep in her room, I believe. She's been pretty down lately and I want to help her. Just sit down and talk to her for a bit.

I'm getting my nose pierced tomorrow with Bobbi! I made a little Tumblr list of things I wanted to do on my really unimportant 19th birthday.

-Nose piercing
-Fort in my loft + girlfriends + alcohol
-Hug boys(cough)
-Kiss girls(cough?)
-Swim
-Tan
-Party with my besties

But to be completely honest with you, I just want to see Gary. I wanna be able to talk to him and hug him and listen to him and make him feel better because lord knows nobody else is doing it. I was positively gushing about him the last few days and Sami called it puppy love. I was quite offended, to say the least. I just care about him and I hate to see him going down such a shitty road in life. And if I were Gary, I would want somebody to do the same for me. To just be there.

And I wouldn't turn down tweak on my birthday if he asked me. I probably wouldn't turn anything down if he asked me, which reminds me about the bachelor pad. Sami and I hung out with him for a little after we jacuzzi hopped and met a very kind police officer. Sami was tired as hell and pretty annoyed with us, but I didn't give a shit. So we sat in my car in the 7-11 parking lot and just talked. He talked about how much he didn't like his stupid girlfriend (signal number 1), about how he wanted to not live with her (2), and mentioned a friend who he was interested in staying with.

He started talking about Milk, one of his friends. Milk has a bachelor pad that Gary and I both agreed should be an orgy room. Anyways, when I got out of the car to hug him, I pretty much melted. Our bodies just melted together and he whispered "You should come to Simi by yourself some time..." I of course agreed.

"We can put that bachelor pad to good use."

I. DIED. On the inside, at least. On the outside I maintained my cool, sexy persona and answered with a sweet smile and a "That sounds sounds like a splendid idea." Then I walked to my seat and before I got in I looked at him and he looked right back at me, and then I slid into my car with a raging smile on my face.

And then I had a few raging girly moments which Sami did not appreciate, which hurt me. She truly doesn't understand the way I wokr. Well, nobody really does, but I digress. I don't work like she does. She can have sex with anybody and not care. I can't. She's been with a bagillion guys, I've been with two. I just can't do it. It's the same with Rachel and Christina. Sigh.

Anyways. My birthday is tomorrow. 19, whoooo. Oh man. It's been an entire year since I hit that huge bong and got wayyyyyyy too high for my own good. Haha. This birthday will be better.

I hope.