Happy Birthday to Me, I live in a Zoo...that Doesn't Quite Ryme...But it will have to do

Okay, so I'm sure you've guessed that it was my birthday.
It was my birthday yesterday, and now I'm 15...
I honestly don't feel 15, I still feel 14.
I still felt 13 when I turned 14.
I don't even see how I can be 15, because...well, it just doesn't feel possible.
I guess that you just sort of ease into your new age.  And sooner or later you start to feel the age that you supposably are.
You get more wisdom, and learn how to deal with things.
Well, some people do...there are people that I don't think have learned things like that, but they might.
Like me?  I haven't learned to keep my mouth shut yet.  I've learned to watch what comes out of it a little  better, but I still can't keep my mouth shut.
Just today my friend, Karen and I were having a conversation about puke, and pee, and stuff like that.
I can't take seeing gross stuff trickle onto the floor, and she can't stand seeing unflushed pee in the toilet (she cleans the elementary building) and neither of us can stand seeing anyone else puke.
So I said, "You know, here's how it's going to work, we're gonna get married," and I was going to go on to say, "And have our husbands take care of the puke for both of us, the gross trickling stuff for me, and the unflushed pee and stuff for you!"
Buut...that's not how she heard it.  It was kinda awkward...
See, I haven't learned how to shut my mouth.
I say things and get myself into trouble.
I also have this punching habit.  But I only punch people when they annoy me, or something like that.
I had a mustache birthday party, and we played Pin the Mustache on Pierre.
I drew Pierre.
I had a pretty good turnout, and it turns out that my friends know me pretty well.
Like, I had a game where you could see how well you know me......Kayden and Karen won.
It was pretty awesome fun.
We all wore mustaches.
And then there was that Fall Dinner.  Sadly...my amazingly awesome boyfriend wasn't able to make it, so I was sad.
I did have fun though.
One of the preachers was talking to us, and he said something, and Darrell (my honorary big brother) lightly pounded his hand on the table, and went, "Amen..."  really quietly right after I took a drink of tea...
Well, the tea went out of my nose, and out of my mouth, and then I started to cough, and choke, and cough, and choke, which actually made me laugh harder, and then I puked up the rest of my tea.
It was actually pretty interesting.
It cracked me up, which is kind of strange.
Josh's (he's my other honorary big brother) date helped me get cleaned up, because she's got a tough stomach, and can take seeing people puke and stuff like that, and so...yeah...I found the whole ordeal hilarious.
I don't know why I find things like that funny.  I mean, I guess it wouldn't be funny if it happened to someone else, but with me it cracks me up!
Like once I fell on my rollerblades, and scraped up me knee, and chin, and hand, and stuff like that, and I was cracking up like very shortly after I fell...
And that one time that I ran a needle through my finger...I was in shock for a little bit, but then I was looking at the protruding needle, and laughing about it.
It's horrible how I find that kind of thing funny.  But I do!
I don't find emotional pain funny though.
I don't know if anyone else is like this, but when I get hurt physically, I normally find it hilarious, but when I get hurt emotionally...you don't wanna know how I feel.
Like, a horse stepped on my toe!  And I didn't even cry!  I just went, "GAH!"  And bent over, but shortly after that I was fine.
My mom said that she thought I may have actually broken my toe...So I should have cried...but I didn't.
I'm tough! ^_^
Okay, well anyway, I'm just here, posting and saying hi, and stuff like that, and well, yeah, see ya!
~Katie :)