i realized that 11 really is my lucky number.

this weekend, i was supposed to have my friends rachel, julie, katelyn, and miranda over to all hang out or sneak out. but we couldn't do it here, my mom's too worried about how my dad feels. so i told them.. we need to find somewhere to go or we can't hang.. and we're like SUPER pumped to hang out. so katelyn says her house would be fine, and we can just chill there and have fun. and i was like yeah! but she had to ask.. and then rachel says, "it's my dad's birthday and he's having a birthday week. there's this play we're going to on thursday, and i don't know if i can get out of it and go to katelyn's." and she said if she makes up an excuse and says they're throwing me a late surprise birthday party, she could get out of the play and come hang out. but she had to ask.. julie said she had to ask her mom to drive. but she had to ask.. they all gave me money to get trees, and i was inchare of getting it. but i had to ask. so, turns out all the people, who we had to talk to for our plan to work, agreed. fortunate. no mess-ups.

we made the plan this morning, and i was waiting and jumping out my fucking pants because i wanted to know what everyone said when we asked them. i kept checking the clock to see if time was going by a lot, and every time i looked it was something:11. at 3:11, at 4:11, at 5:11, i think i even saw it at 6:11. that's when i knew for sure everything was going to be fine. i think my lucky number worked. is that messed up to hear? i think it makes a lot of sense.

family guy is on, i don't feel like writing anymore. i finished the hobbit today.. i was great and i can't wait to read the rest of the series. peace out.