The Best Week of The Year!

Because I'm turning fourteen this Friday.
YIPPEE!
So when I started this blog, it was a month before I turned thirteen. So I've been on this blog since I was twelve. So basically, a bit over a year. I'm so shocked I've been able to keep up with it so far. This is the third time I made a blog, and I feel like I've put a lot of effort and commitment into it. And a lot of thought. Sometimes I ponder MUCH more than I write. It's because most of the time I can have trouble transferring my thoughts into plain written text. It's where my writer's block comes from. I always have ideas, I'm just either too afraid that they'll sound stupid, or I'm too embarrassed to reveal what I'm really thinking. Which leads into a HUGE web of confusion that is me. But anyway, that's veering from the subject.
So I'm gunna spend my week doing whatever the hell I want. And I'm in a strangely good mood, despite the fact that Tristan is gone for a week. Maybe it's because he's at scout camp, with all guys, and that I won't have to worry about him getting snatched up by any other chick. Which I think wouldn't be very probable, anyway. I trust him, almost more than myself.
But, this week I want to get a pet. Either a rat, a parrot, or a fish. I'm leaning away from a fish. And a parrot might get really obnoxious. Unless it's a quiet bird. I doubt there's very few around. But maybe a bird would like the sound of my techno music and heavy medal. Plus, it would get a lot of fresh air. I have the windows open most of the time. And thankfully, most living things tend to survive in this room. MooMoo the Bamboo gets along fine. He gets lots of air and gets watered every week. Not a yellow spot on him. Very healthy. I guess my bird would thrive. I sound like I would be horrible pet owner. Better than some people, at least.
Well, I'm going to sign off. Michael's going to be over soon, so we can make our own version of Jackass. I'll post tomorrow. Seeya.