Due To Overextensive Hugging, Will Not Be Going To School Today.

I have exciting things to say.
Many of them are trivial, but I will try to make them as painless as possible.

Here's the story:
My best friend's name is Richard Clayborne Barnard II. This is not a lie. That is his actual name. He goes by Clay. But I call him Mozart, because he writes music in class out of his head like a fucking genius.

I've known him for seven years.
Our friends have been giving us crap about him being a boy and me being a girl and us not going out for seven years.

Today he asked me out.
All our friends reactions, plus our mothers': "FINALLY."
All in all, good day. Good day.

So. Superbowl. Remember how I was talking about awesome babies? And how I hang out with THEM at the Superbowl parties? Well, here's the thing about babies. They grow. And the adorable little three-year-old I babysat that one time is now a scary four-year-old who is in that phase where he thinks he is the king of the world and everything else. He's still sweet, but I, being an inexperienced teenager, freak out when he doesn't like what I'm doing. We were playing with Legos in the host's child's room, and when four-year-old got up to get a soda, I followed.
Four-year-old: NO! You stay here. I'll be back. *closes door*
Feeling a little like a prisoner, I follow him anyway. He sees me and says,
"I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THERE!"
Eventually, I extract myself from him, and hide between my parents while they make fun of me for being defeated by a four-year-old.

I also ate lots of food and I'm pretty sure gained a few billion pounds. In a good way.

I forgot what else I wanted to talk about, so here is a picture of a cat.



Love
Love
Love
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "No better way to brighten my day than you."
Title; Brighten.
Artist; Colton and Zara.
^^^I canNOT get this song out of my head no matter how hard I try.