HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!

Pretty good way to start a blog right? That's right. June 6. I don't actually turn 14 until 12:44 AM, but its still the day of my birth. Hence the title birthday. Finally, my birthday is during the school year, and it's on a Sunday.
If you're reading this, congratulations. You have found what is officially the best blog on the web. If you are curious as to who the official is, that would be me. Even though I am officially nothing. I'm not even officially 14. But I AM officially awesome.
The end of the year is almost here. Three days. Three. But I dread the next day. Monday morning is my Geometry Final Exam. I just spent an hour and a half at my best friend Richard's house (who already took the exam) studying my ass off and also eating enough junk to keep all the kids on Africa well fed for the next week. Between the two of us, we demolished a box of donuts, half a bag of Doritos, two ribs, and three quarters of a two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. Actually, it was knock off Dr.Check from Winn-Dixie. But it's all the same. Geometry makes me hungry. And also depressed.
This entire year, my life has been picked up by a tornado, thrown around, then planted on an edemame farm in Japan. (That is where edemame is from, right?) I mean, I though 7th grade was bad. But eighth grade was just... woah. And I'll hold you on for a 20 dollar bet that high school will be worse.
I think that the only reason I'm currently alive is because of my friends. Sure, sometimes I want to strangle them, but they pulled me thorugh some tough times. I know you'll be reading this in about 10 minutes, Kiki, Alisa, and Jade (If you're actually reading the IM's I'm sending you), and I want to thank you and give you five bajillion hugs for staying up to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
If you haven't hit eighth grade (or puberty) yet, consider yourself lucky. Not that it isn't fun. It is, except for all the homework (I go to a nerd school), it's just...frustrating...at times. Yeah, that's the word. Also, stressful. If you have, well, you know what I'm talking about. I can do with a break. Speaking of, I have three friends waiting to wish me a happy birthday in thirteen minutes.
Don't screw around with fire. It doesn't end well.
Christy