When people make jokes I can handle it. When people criticize my dreams I cannot handle it.
For the first time since I can remember, I have long hair in time for swimsuit season. Now, I look like a lady in a bikini instead of a 9 year old boy wearing his mother’s swimsuit.
| Abby: | Everyone else won't answer their phones. Can I tell you about my grades? |
| Derick: | YEAH! |
| Abby: | (Grades) |
| Derick: | That's great! What are you doing tonight? |
| Abby: | Nothing. |
| Derick: | Well, I am going over to Chris' house for a MANLY COOKOUT night with the guys. |
| Me: | That sounds fun. |
| Derick: | And then we're going to see the Avengers! |
| Abby: | Awww... that sounds fun. |
| Derick: | I didn't think you would like to see that movie. |
| Abby: | I don't. It would just be nice to see people, I guess. |
| me: | I'll be broke by June. I won't have money to do stuff. |
| friend: | people watching is free. |
| me: | being happy isn't. |