blah.
I am really starting to care less and less about live journal.
Maybe because my life consists of a never ending list of work.
Anyway. Yesterday was my birthday. It was alright. I hate
I dont get excited about it anymore. There's no special feeling
when you wake up anymore. It's just another day, and I'm only 19.
Yet I feel so fucking old. Twenty will just be scary. My friends
here at school and at home are super cool. My friends at home all
called and sang or left me nice messages. It made me smile. My
friends here brought me out to eat at Bugaboo, paid for my dinner,
then had a "surprise" birthday cake for me when we got back. Even
though little Ali ruined the surprise like 10 thousand times. They
also got me a shirt from Urban I had been wanting for a while and
my friend Max got me some condoms. haha. What nice friends! So
my day had its ups and downs. As much as you dont want to hear it,
I started my freaking dot on my Birthday how lame is that. So I
felt wicked shitty at the end of the night, yeah to the point of like dying.
Another shitty aspect of my birthday was the fact that me and Aaron got
in our first fight of like 4 weeks... ON MY BIRTHDAY. Oh well. I'm
over it.
Goodnight douche bags.
Maybe because my life consists of a never ending list of work.
Anyway. Yesterday was my birthday. It was alright. I hate
I dont get excited about it anymore. There's no special feeling
when you wake up anymore. It's just another day, and I'm only 19.
Yet I feel so fucking old. Twenty will just be scary. My friends
here at school and at home are super cool. My friends at home all
called and sang or left me nice messages. It made me smile. My
friends here brought me out to eat at Bugaboo, paid for my dinner,
then had a "surprise" birthday cake for me when we got back. Even
though little Ali ruined the surprise like 10 thousand times. They
also got me a shirt from Urban I had been wanting for a while and
my friend Max got me some condoms. haha. What nice friends! So
my day had its ups and downs. As much as you dont want to hear it,
I started my freaking dot on my Birthday how lame is that. So I
felt wicked shitty at the end of the night, yeah to the point of like dying.
Another shitty aspect of my birthday was the fact that me and Aaron got
in our first fight of like 4 weeks... ON MY BIRTHDAY. Oh well. I'm
over it.
Goodnight douche bags.