Birthday gifts

I'm no good at buying gifts for people. Mostly because I don't think they'll like my present. Mostly because a lot of my friends are pretty ungrateful. But I don't really see a whole lot of gifts on MY birthday. A birthday voicemail and a few texts!! Hooray! Best. Birthday. Ever. But I suppose that's what I get for not having a birthday party or reminding people every 24 hours. Why do people celebrate their fading health in the first place? So many questions. Well, in conclusion, that is why it took me about 2 hours to pick one gift which I still think sucks.

Just for the record, I got kind of mad, because right in the middle of writing this, my ipod died. That explains why I'm sitting on a dining room chair next to the outlet.

I'm sick of writing poems in English class. Especially since they have to be about me. who wants to know about me?? No one. Except maybe you, since you're reading this. I simply hate writing memoirs, and praising myself. It's not something you put on paper. It's just sick.

I also hate closed captioning. When you can't understand a person, it seems neither can the person typing it. So after about 3 minutes after it's said, you get "HEY BJKB J&&& SIP GJNXS NMK PO SSSS"

I haven't been on a real computer all day, and it probably won't happen...