Early Birthday

Okay. My six-day-early 18th birthday party. I’ll make this into a bulleted list, from most important to least. It will just be easier.

• Sadie: It is official. Sadie (my dear, dear sister ten years my senior) and her boyfriend Nick are through. I won’t go into specifics, but Sadie put it this way: Nick was one step above Troy, who was the scum of the earth (couldn’t hold a job, smoked pot, had a fifth-grade education), but was five steps below Aaron.

To refresh you all, Aaron was the perfect man for Sadie. Save for the fact that he didn’t want to get married or have children, which was the reason they split. But, Sadie informed us all today, that after Tony and Leah’s wedding last August, Sadie and Aaron walked around midtown Marinette for seven hours. During that time, Aaron told Sadie that since she left, he realized just how hard it was to live without her. But, another part of him knew that he may never be able to love her again, due to the fact they just grew apart once Sadie realized that Aaron would never provide her with the things she wanted most: A husband and children. But, the clincher is this: Now that he has grown up and realized that Sadie was the most amazing thing that could have ever happened to him, he wants those things that one year ago forced Sadie to leave out of desperation. He wants to get married and have children.

Recently, Sadie and Aaron talked, and Sadie told Aaron about Nick. How he broke her heart. Aaron understood and told Sadie that he, too, had much heartbreak this summer. I would love nothing more than for Sadie and Aaron to get back together. They were just… perfect. You know that cheesy saying, “You complete me”? That is true for Sadie and Aaron. They could have intellectual conversations. With Nick, there was nothing. Sadie and Aaron had everything in common — and I mean everything. Videogames, politics, religion, morals. Every. Thing. Sadie and Nick? Nothing. He loves cars and speakers. There was just nothing there. And I guess it doesn’t help matters that he was a slob, was broke (though a hard worker), and mooched money off Sadie constantly. I will give him one thing: He was a good father. (He has two sons (Raymond and Dawson) from two different women, but he raises them better than those hos ever could.)

Which brings me to my next point. Sadie is taking leaving Raymond and Dawson harder than leaving Nick. Those little boys were so cute, so sweet, and Dawson just started to say Sadie’s name… I just cannot even begin to understand how much it must hurt to never see those little guys ever again. Sadie even told us, “Sure. I’m going to cry a lot over Nick. I did love him. But, when Aaron and I broke up, I could feel my heart beating inside my head because I cried so hard for him. My heart was completely broken after him. I even had him feel my chest and he said, ‘Oh my god…’”

I know she is going to miss Nick, excluding everything he put her through, but she will miss Raymond and Dawson so much more. Sadie is such an amazing, caring, loving woman. She deserves someone that will love her. Above everything, someone that will love her. Aaron was that man, once. I can only hope that he will rescue her. I know she still loves him. We all grew to love, and now miss, Aaron. Tonight, during the bon fire, Sadie was looking at old pictures on her phone, and out of nowhere she said, “Now that is a handsome man…” and held up a picture of Aaron. And boy was he! Go here and look at the diarist’s display picture. That is almost exactly what Aaron looks like. And he was intelligent, and funny — sometimes an ass, but that’s expected of everyone, sometimes — and, above all, he loved our Sadie.

She still loves him. Just the way she talks about him. In her voice I hear a mix of admiration and sadness. It would be the most amazing thing, if they could find each other again. Sadie is moving to Green Bay in the spring (her and Nick were in the process of moving out of their apartment and moving into his parent’s house (a complete mess, from what I hear) to lower their cost of living; Well, now Sadie has nowhere to live; But, on her day’s off she will be living here, with Mom and Dad, and on work days she will live with Eric; It’s not much, but it’s something) to another job, but if Aaron gets up his nerve, maybe… Just, maybe…

• Presents: Okay, onto a more happy thread!

Shawn and Sarah (the oldest brother and sister-in-law): $20
Eric and Margie (the younger brother and girlfriend): $25
Sadie: Evolution by Korn and a kick-ass Napoleon Dynamite music card!

Sadie/Mom and Dad: This:

It’s an FM Transmitter. I plug the Transmitter into the headphone slot on my iPod/CD player, and the-thing-that-goes-into-the-lighter-slot-in-my-car plugs into the Transmitter. Now, I plug all of this into the lighter slot, chose a blank station, input the station into the Transmitter, and viola! Music off my iPod/CD player. See, even though my car is a 1997 Ford Escort LX, it doesn’t have a CD player. Or even a tape player for that matter. But, I digress.

Also, Sarah gave me her copy of Zeitgeist (it is completely scratched on the back though; I’m anxious to find out if it’s even playable).

For keeps, baby!

And Sadie gave me her copy of Minutes to Midnight to burn myself a copy.

Sadie and I talked about how much we want to go the Projekt Revolution tour again. We went in 2004, when Linkin Park, Korn, The Used, and Less than Jake headlined. This year it is LP again (of course… it’s their tour), HIM, and *collective gasp* Coheed and Cambria! I would love to go, but I just don’t have the time, nor the money. But…

Yay for moozik! This pretty much puts me it this kind of mood:

Regardless of what you think of me based on this lil’ diary o’ mine, I do like to rock it like a hurricane.

Considering everything that has been going on, with tuition and now Sadie, I just can’t help but think positive. If my thoughts even begin to head into the negative area of my brain, I just — stop. I’m at a huge transitional period in my life where I can’t be focusing on the bads, as crappy/cheesy as that may sound. I just need to think, “Sadie will find someone to make her as happy as she deserves” and, “I will get my tuition squared away.” I just can’t help it. I have to believe that everything will turn out for the better, eventually.

• Katelynn: My niece, who is twelve, by the way, has a cell phone. The hell? She’s 12. One, two. Two years over a decade. How self important is her life, at this point in time, that she needs a damn cell phone. Me, I’m going off the college in four, almost three (oh.. shit…) days and I am only getting a TracPhone just in case of emergency. Seriously. If my car breaks down, or something happens. If I need to call someone for a prolonged period of time, I will use my room phone.

But, come on! It’s just… *sighs* She’s not my daughter, but seriously… Anyway. For the bonfire we had tonight, Mom invited over Cruz, our neighbor’s youngest kid. He’s cute, for a twelve year old, I guess. But, oh my. Katelynn and her friend (Bree; she invited her over for the festivities) had to change their clothes and put on make up to look — appropriate — for Cruz. *rolls eyes* It was so funny! And, I will admit, it was actually pretty damn cute, too.

But, Cruz must have brought over some air-pellet guns to play with while the kids were around/in the pool, and one of the pellets hit Katie’s cell phone and cracked the ‘window,’ or whatever you call it. Can you guess what happens next? Tears, tears, and — oh, yeah! — more tears. Mkay. First of all, why would you bring your two-day-old cell phone to your Grandma’s for a birthday party? Second off all, why would you have it so near a pool, i.e., a large, foreboding, body of water that could potentially ruin an electronic item? And third, well. I don’t have a third point. But, Eric, her dad, my brother, is going to buy her a new one. It’s only $30, but, still! I did hear him say, though, that if she breaks/ruins her cell again, she’s paying for it. Ha!

Now, don’t get me wrong, I remember all those years ago when I was twelve. The “big” thing I wanted was a — you guessed it — stereo. Hardly what I would call portable. Now, though, when I am seventeen, I have, own, and love, and iPod. But I take care of it. Too well, some may say, and I have it in a protective case, just in case. Also, I love my niece, but damn! When she was around Cruz, she turned into a little bitch! If you even as much as dared to ask her a question she would roll her eyes and answer you in a Valley Girl voice.

*sighs* I know she will grow out of it. She has Margie, Sadie, Sara, and myself to look up to. In my opinion, we are the exact opposites of the Parises and Nicholes of the world.

Smart, feminist, vaginas of the world, unite! *thrusts fist into the air*

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Okay. Me thinks this is enough for this entry. ‘Tis getting pretty long. I would just like to add that my cake, i.e., “blonde brownies,” was pretty damn good. They didn’t taste so much like a brownie, as a chocolate-chip cookie. But C-CCs are pretty damn good, too!Ugh. I feel sick. I had about six pieces of pizza, and four brownies. I need to listen to some Korn, Smashing Pumpkins, and Linkin Park, simultaneously. And I also need to burn my Sadie a copy of Pink’s new album (courtesy of Sara; it is so scratched on the back). I’m not a big fan of Pink, but while out behind the garage today for the bonfire, we listened to “Dear Mr. President.” And I must say, *stands up and applauds* Bravo! Exactly.

In fact, I think I may just burn myself a copy, too.

Ookay, off to burning I go! *turns up some Korn and bobs along to the music*

FYI: Did you know that out in the country not far from my house, there is a Korn Rd.? I’ll ask mom the directions tomorrow and I’ll try to navigate my way there and take a picture of the sign. How fucking cool is that? Very. That’s how.

I’m off!