And now for a video featuring one of my favorite singers in the world, Damian Joseph McGinty Jr., and plenty of creepy girls to ruin the general awesomeness that surrounds each and every one of his amazing performances. I should know, I’ve seen him twice. Booyah.
And before any of you asks, no, I’m not having a Sweet Sixteen party. Why Picco, you’re thinking, you’re an American girl turning 16! What stupid person doesn’t have a massive party?!?! An awesome one, that’s who. I usually try to go against the flow of life. Which is why my favorite actors are usually people no one else has heard of, I dye my hair awkward shades of red (I’m back to my natural brunette now, no worries) and wear Converses with dresses. Because that’s just how I roll. Oh, and I’m incredibly anti-social and accidentally slip into hiding very easily, so I’ll get emails from people saying “hey, are you still alive…??”. Gah, I’m rambling. Blargidy-blarg-blarg. Let’s move along, shall we???
So far, I’ve gotten some pretty awesome presents. I got earrings from my great grandparents, a ring from my great aunt, and money from everyone else. Not too shabby, eh? Money and jewels. I love growing up. And since I know you all are thinking “Wow, that Picco chick is so amazingly fantastic. Since she’s my role model in life, I should get her something pretty wicked sweet to commerate her being alive for sixteen years and having hardly caused any physical/emotional damage to anyone (except for that time when she was 4 and she bit a boy and made him cry)”, you can get me one or more of the following: Converses, a visit from Christian Bale, a time machine so I can go back in time and meet Audrey Hepburn and/or Alfred Hitchcock, a giant bouncy house (because how cool would that be?!), Converses, food, Final Cut Pro, Converses, more food, Converses, Converses and uhhh….Converses. I only have 6 pairs. And 2 of them are fake. Therefore, I could always use more. Duh.
And so, to wrap up this post, I just wanted to thank all of you lovely people who continue to keep reading my blog and commenting. You guys are the bomb. Seriously. You have no idea how much you mean to me and my sanity. Hopefully, as I get older, my writing won’t be as spastic and sarcastic…but I don’t see that happening. And on that note, AHHH!!! I’M 16!!!! It’s pretty crazy, right? :)