Apparently, little kids love me. I met two little boys today, and they both had a crush on me. One tyke, age three even proposed to me. Huh. Weirdest thing is, I don't have siblings that are really that young anymore. Destiny? Sure, why not.
OH, how I wish it worked that way with guys my own age.
Anyways, I wanted to write more about my "Yes." My yes was approval to go on a trip.
See, the thing is, my Mom signed me up for a trip [TO FRANCE!] in April. Chyeah. Long time ago. We go next spring break, for eleven days, and I've figured out I don't get airsick, so I'm pretty excited. :] They made the deadline that long so people could start raising the money for it.
We didn't tell my Dad, because apparently it's a very 'complicated' situation, to ask him for permission to stuff. She had me scared that if we didn't tell him the right way, at the right time, then he would automatically say no, with no chance of convincing. You can imagine my fear, facing my father's disapproval as I had to hide my candy-selling away from him, & that hefty $2,500 bill for me to pay [without a normal job, I should add].
So, basically, this was that yes. After four months, it had finally reached the right 'time'.
Plus, that $2,500 bill is rapidly shrinking, because there hasn't been that many fundraising events. I consider myself very lucky, because even if I
I really hope I see my penpal there, because that would be one of the coolest things in the universe [...even though he didn't wish me happy birthday, or "bonne anniversaire"]. :]
Tonight, you can find me dreaming of the Eiffel Tower, falling in love, and well, this song. It's French, so don't get all freaky about it. It's SO sweet, though [Basically a 'he loves me, but I love you more' song].