Birthday!

Today my baby brother turned 11. I remember the day he was born so clearly. My aunt Kathe was in for his birth. His due date was March 11th, but since Tyler and I were born on full moons, Kathe decided Jackson would be born on the 3rd and she would leave the 11th. And since Kathe willed it, it happened, he was born underwater at the birthing center in Seattle, Washington. I know mom would have loved to be here, but she made it to his 10th, so she got to see the double digits.

So today after school I went to the gym. I weighed my self after my work out and I was utterly disgusted with the number. I will not say what it was because it is just to horrible to write down, it made me cringe. I now plan to follow a strict diet, of sleep, healthy eating, and exercise.

Here's how I am towards The Boy, "No matter how many times I get hurt because of you, I won't leave you. Because even if I have 100 reasons to leave you, I'll look for that 1 reason to fight for you."
This pretty much sums it up to a T. He can be the biggest ass to me, and I'll still keep him around, and it's because he is my familiar face that brightens my day and makes me smile. I hate it. I hate what he does to me. I'm really hating a lot of things lately.

I knit. I think I am becoming a bitter old lady.

Go clean something. Just kidding.