Jenny's birthday!!

is today! and she's 18 :)

We had a blast last night. We got all dolled up and went to eat at O'Charley's. I'm trying to figure out why so many guys flirt with her when we go out and not me. It kind of pisses me off. Haha. They talk to me, but just to ask me about her. I mean, its not like I want them to, I'd just tell them I had a boyfriend anyway. But damn, every time we go out she gets hit on. And I'm like the freakin' messenger that tells them she's not available. I'm buying her an "ugly" mask. We can't go anywhere. I guess I attract the trashy guys. Because after we ate, we went to the mall. We changed out of our dresses of course. I put on ripped jeans, a cute twilight t-shirt I bought that says "I love my boyfriend", a grey and white zebra sweater, and boots. We walk in the mall and they have these temporary tattoos and Jenny wanted one, so we both ended up getting one. She got a playboy bunny on her wrist, and I got bats on the right side of my lower back. So the guy doing it for me grabbed my butt. Which pissed me off bad. Then he tried to charge me 30 bucks for it. I was like "I'm not paying 30 for that. You have to be kidding me. That's freakin' ridiculous." So I paid like 10 for it. I wasn't giving that nasty ass $30, it wasn't worth it anyway, but mostly because he grabbed my butt, he's lucky I didn't punch him in the freakin' mouth. After that we walked off and I had to hold my shirt up in the back a little so it could dry, and this ghetto looking boy starts following me and another guy asked where he was going and he said, "I'm following her, look at that." So I turned around and he is following me staring at my butt. I gave him a "go to hell" look and he stopped and turned around. Nasty guys piss me off. I hate them. After all of that excitement, we went to the Octoberfest and I ran into my old best friend, Michael. We talked a little and took some pictures. I miss Michael. We were such good friends, and thats the first time I've talked to him in a long time. But now he has my number, so he doesn't have an excuse for not texting me.

I really miss Patrick. A whole lot. I miss talking to him and hearing him, and I hate that he has to be so far away.