No PMS here.

I made a new friend yesterday.

Let me correct myself.

I made three friends yesterday. One main friend and her accompanying party of 2. My main new friend has the spirit of a 3 year old and the mind of a woman who will never grow old. My new friend wears beige, a color I don't wear much but should. It looks nice. Or maybe it just looks good on her.

We talked about family, which is new for both of us. I feel good having met a female that I actually get along with and feel at ease around. I spent 3 hours agreeing with her on so many things. I don't usually agree with people.

I know she'll eventually read this so hey, thank you for meeting up with me and for taking the time to get to know me better. I can honestly say I'm telling the truth this time when I tell you:

You're one in a million.

Mommy knows best.

Last night, I kept having small insignificant dreams about my ear hurting me. I woke up to find my ear so red and infected.

It hurts. It hurts a lot. It hurts, mommy. It hurts.

That's exactly what I did when I woke up. I walked straight up to my mom and asked her if my ear looked weird. Before she looked at it, she blamed it on my recent 7 month old piercing.

Oh come on. Seriously.

If I got a piercing 7 months ago, I don't think that it would decide to get infected now. After it's been feeling fine for ages. And after it has healed.

So what does my mom do [after arguing with me about the piercing]?

She gives me this eye cream and tells me to put it on my ear. I look at her weird and she looks at me weird. I tell her she has no reason to look at me weird. She's the one giving me eye cream to put on my ear.

Mom: It has penicillin. It'll work.

It feels so much better right now. I guess she was right.

Dammit.

The Ugliness of Puberty

I live on the 5th floor.
But there is a pleasant young boy who lives on the 4th floor.
He's around the age of 10 and sings beautifully.
He sings all the time.

I can always hear him while I lie down in my bed, which is under the window. He sings loud and clear for me to be able to hear every word. He sings in Arabic and English. He has no broken letters. He is good.

I sincerely hope that this kid makes singing his profession. I really hope his voice makes it through the ugliness of puberty. I've known so many beautiful male voices that have died out at that phase of their lives. I hope it continues to be lovely. I hope I see him on TV one day.