so today was my grandma's 80th birthday party. we all went over to some restaurant in superior and had a rockin' good time. but i was pretty excited that papa ogre(aka my uncle cliff) showed up. i like him. he's much better than marian's first husband. i never knew him, but i'm sure he's a jerk.

cliff is so great, though. he always just attaches himself to me. he calls me a non-conformist and says i'm turning into a social butterfly. when he first starting hanging around our family functions, i was the shy little bookworm always tucked away in some corner. but now i talk and share my humour and even let people hug me now and then. it's crazy.

damn-monday is the day i have to give my second speech. but i don't want to! speaking is so passé.

oh, that reminds me, while in hot topic last....monday...or whenever it was we went to see dave, we were looking at the body jewelry, and this older fellow walks by and give us this condescending look. then he turns to this girl with him who looked like his daughter but didn't really act like it and says "piercings are so passé." and i guess there is some truth to that. all those preppy girls have their tongues and/or eyebrows pierced. and that guy from staind has an eyebrow ring. but those are wussy piercings. they don't count. yes, people are impressed with my lip ring, but you should see their faces when i tell them it was done by my very drunk friend with a safety pin.

my piercings have stories to go along with them. that's what makes them interesting.