Alice in Wonderland

Went to go see the new Alice in Wonderland movie today. I love the Alice in Wonderland stories. The best adaption I've ever seen is the Alice syfy mini series.
Its awesome. But anyway, I went to the movie with my friend Sarah's dad and brother. And her, of course.
Her family is rich. I mean, seriously loaded. I don't see the money that much because I mostly see them at my cabin, which is on an island that has no electricity or all that many people, so there's not really a lot of stuff to spend money on. But today I tried to pay for my ticket, but her dad wouldn't take it. Then he bought me popcorn and a drink. Awesome. If you know any non-stuck up rich people, become friends with them. Just saying.
But I'm tired. Gonna go sleep.

Freaking out a bit.

Okay, so my surgery is in, like, eleven days, and I'm freaking out a tiny bit. I'm lloking at my feet, and as much as I hate them, I'm thinking, this surgery is going to put me through all this pain and inconvinence and weeks of not walking, to do what? Make my feet look more normal?
The only reason I'm doing this stupid thing is because my mom wanted me to, so I thought, why not?
Well, why not. I can think of a few reasons why not. Well, for one, I'll have two broken feet for 6-8 weeks. Not my idea of fun.
I'll also be giving up one of the freakiest things about me, my deformed feet.
Its weird, yes, I know. But I'm a teenager who prides myself on being different.
But, I'm kinda looking around and just going, how the hell will I be able to get around in a wheelchair in thiss house? Its very messy.
Oh well. Geuss I'll have to figure that out.