Holy crap. My birthday was yesterday and was less blingtacular than I thought it would be. Sure people said Happy Birthday but not as many people a I expected and I had to remind my mom and my stepdad. My mom said the reason she didn't say it in the mornign until we mentioned it was because we were born in the afternoon, but it still hurt my feelings. And I didn't get a gift yet. My mom told me she didn't buy me a gift yet, which also crushed my heart. She said the reason for it was because the party is on Saturday, but it still hurts. Overall, the day was just like any other day, but it was worse only because of how disappointed I was. I bet I sound really selfish, but it's not that I want the gifts, it sucked to have to start off my birthday by reminding my mom of it, that's all. At least I'll see Nick and Sophia on Saturday. They're hella tight. It sucks but it's the truth: I need way more sleep than the average teenager. I know teenagers need more sleep than little kids and adults, which isn't that spectacular because I have to wake up so fricken early, but I could sleep a perfect night without waking up once, but then I would be tired enough to take a 1 to 2 hour nap when I get home. Sometimes it's not even a nap, it can be a half sleep thingy where I lie there on the verge of slipping into my very own made-up dream world, but then I just get up because I remember to eat. Sleep is more important than eating in some cases. I love to eat, but if I'm tired, food does me no good, except turkey which makes me sleep like a baby. Yea, turkey's great. Thanksgiving is heaven. My wrists are abnormally thin. It's quite strange. I mean, I'm thin but my wrists seem too small in proportion to the rest of my body. I can fit my thumb and pinky all the way around my wrist and still have room to make it tighter. Weird. I feel bad for Sophia. She is like...perfect with her gorgeous face and body. She works out all the time and has the best supply of make up out there and the coolest clothes, but she still hates the way she looks. I don't see why she does. She has less self esteem then I do, actually, I don't think I'm ugly. That almost sounds conceited, but ever since the beginning of the year, I don't stress about how I look, even though sometimes I wish I looked better. Sophia says she wishes she could go through one day thinking she looks good, but everytime I see her she looks flawless. She has clear skin, toned and perfected, pretty straight dark brown hair and the perfect body. I feel bad because last year I had low self esteem and she did too. Now this year, I don't feel as bad about how I look but she feels worse, and I don't know what to do because I'm not on the same level as her. She says she wants to grow up to be a Victoria's Secret Model. She already looks like one to me... The only thing that upsets me when it comes to how my face and body work, is that at school I don't look as good as I wish I would look because I am not a mornign person for one, and, two, I have been sick for like two weeks with a headcold so my aching head jus gets me in a sickly mood at school and if I'm not in the best of moods, my face reflects it and my healthy glow leaves me like that *snaps fingers for emphasis*. But at night, I look so much better. My skin looks tanner (especially tan since it's winter), my make up actually has an effect, and my hair listens to my every command. Well, I'm gonna go now. Shylynne is curled up in my lap. She is the cleanest softest cat I've ever known. Vanessa (The Flyest Girl Around)