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I just realized today that my birthday is next weekend.
When I realized this, I thought, "fuck! i'm turning 20." I don't know why, but that freaks me out.
It shouldn't because I know 20 will be better than 19 (not that 19 was a bad year) and ANYTHING will be better than this summer. I kind of just want to skip to three weeks from now...
I can't even think of anything that i want to do slash want for my birthday:
i got into St. Andrews
i'm getting my boots
i bought a bunch of clothes
i probably (hopefully) don't have to pay for the car
i get paid tomorrow
I can't think of anything else I want. Besides to have ONE DAY of fun out of the 70 or so days that I've been home. that would probably be the best birthday present ever.
When I realized this, I thought, "fuck! i'm turning 20." I don't know why, but that freaks me out.
It shouldn't because I know 20 will be better than 19 (not that 19 was a bad year) and ANYTHING will be better than this summer. I kind of just want to skip to three weeks from now...
I can't even think of anything that i want to do slash want for my birthday:
i got into St. Andrews
i'm getting my boots
i bought a bunch of clothes
i probably (hopefully) don't have to pay for the car
i get paid tomorrow
I can't think of anything else I want. Besides to have ONE DAY of fun out of the 70 or so days that I've been home. that would probably be the best birthday present ever.