I'm such a geek.

Yesterday was my Uncle Stan's 75th birthday bash. It was horrible. There was hardly anyone I knew there, and it didn't matter anyway because as usual, I was invisible to them. I could have handled that, sure, but no, I had a migraine AND a stomachache, and I forgot my notebook. I tried to amuse myself with my camera, but it ran out of batteries. My relatives kept telling me, "Go in the pool!" and "Eat some cake!" and I just wished I could lock myself in the closet. A little girl (whose I can't be sure) took a liking to me and asked me to play all these games with her, to get toys for her from the basement, etcetera. Her name, I learned, was Anya. Though I doubt I'll have to remember it, since I never see any of that part of the family. The exact reason I didn't want to go in the first place.

And now we can't sleep in the treehouse tonight. Leeanna and I are meeting our new friend, Alissa. Lee planned it all perfectly: bonding, fun, the three of us treehousing. And the plans were destroyed at the last minute. Ugh. I'm sure we'll still have some fun, but not nearly as much.

And I've already hurt his feelings, and am probably hurting them more and more excruciatingly as I type.

FUCK.

I need some downtime.

ya u did hurt my feelings.....u hurt them every time u dont tell me whats bothering you and i had a horrible time last night at the party i dont even know y i stayed the hole time all i was thinking about was come home and call u and i didint know how late it was...im sorry and really wish we could go to shakespear in the park today