April 17th, 2012
Dear Rachel,
I figured out what I want for my birthday! It's not really that special. I thought of it as I was listening to "The Carpel Tunnel of Love," by Fall Out Boy. I don't know why I included the song title; it has nothing to do with the fact that I figured out what I want for my birthday. I guess it's because I have that song stuck in my head [1].
I decided that I just want cash for my birthday [2]. The only person I asked for anything from was Kirstin and my other friend Tama. Kirstin kept asking me what I wanted for my birthday and she kept telling me that money didn't matter. I hate it when people talk about money. Even though I could have asked Kirstin for anything (there are a ton of things I could have asked her to get me), I told her I just wanted a shirt from Hot Topic. When I got home and thought about it, I texted her and just told her to get me these really cool socks (also from Hot Topic) that have Batman and all of the Justice League on them. I also told her to get me some chocolate-covered Gummie Bears. I don't even know if they make those…
Last night (or a couple nights ago, I can't remember…), I decided that I was going to post all of these letters to FanFiction and just paste the link onto your Facebook page. I got about half way through the first letter, then the Pizza Hut guy came and I was the only one home at the time [3].
Kirstin and I made up our minds about how we should say our fair wells to you. I wanted to make a huge poster with a beach drawn on it; while Kirstin wanted to draw you a family portrait (I saw her drawing it when she finished her M.A.P. test) and a big card made from a piece of poster board.
The poster thing (on my part) didn't work out too well. The paper was too wide and all of my blue markers died. Kirstin's present to you looks like it turned out well, though.
I'll try to upload all of these to FanFiction tonight, but I won't post any of it to your wall until you move.
I love you (in a friend-ish kind of way),
Sam S.
-P.S., Just a random question: WHY THE HELL CAN THE SQUIRREL FROM ICE AGE NEVER GET THAT DAMN ACORN? [4]
-P.S.S., Throughout this letter, you have been seeing those random number in bold. Wherever you see those, it means there was something else I needed to say, but whatever I had to say had nothing to do with what I was talking about at the time. So, just a little "key" so you understand everything:
[1] "The Carpel Tunnel of Love," by Fall Out Boy, is one song you do not want to have stuck in your head while you're doing the M.A.P. test.
[2] I don't really care how much money I get for my birthday. I understand that twenty dollars is about the usual amount you're supposed to expect when you have a birthday party; so $20 would be just fine… tell Megan, that is, if she decides to come…
[3] I'm always home alone. Well, from about 3:30, my mom has to go get my little brother from per-school (you could meet him if you came to my birthday party). But after that, I'm always home alone
[4] After M.A.P. testing, Mr. Sollars didn't want to give us any more work, so he gave us a choice between watching "Ice Age," or "Where The Red Fern Grows". I've never watched "Where The Red Fern Grows," but I ended up having to suffer through "Ice Age" for the twentieth time.
-P.S.S.S., Today, Mr. Sollars had three Pepsi NEXTs. That was just during my class. I heard the cans hit a pool filled with hollow aluminum whenever he would throw an empty can of soda into the trashcan.
-P.S.S.S.S., I jus realized that I have three pages (on paper) worth of "P.S.s"… I should probably stop now…