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This is my last day being 20 years old. Tomorrow I turn 21. And to be perfectly honest, it doesn't mean a damn thing to me. I mean, yeah, I'm getting a year older, but it doesn't even feel as though my birthday is coming up. I don't even think I'm even going to have a drink to mark the occassion, what with my bad stomach and all. If I do imbibe some alcohol, it will hopefully be in the form of a glass of wine I share with Aaron. Once again I am reminded I am not like most people in my age group, and I am fine with that.
Things I Want For My Birthday
1) My body to be well (no more stomach problems)
2) Friends and family to wish me a happy birthday
3) Decorated door/balloon (tres high school, I know)
4) People who are not here to leave me messages in song (Liz, Mom, Grandmama)
5) Beautiful weather
Things I Have Already Gotten
1) NYC trip, including Avenue Q
2) Diamond ring
3) Trip to Toronto (for the summer with the fam)
4) Good friends and family
5) Travel pillow so I never have to use yucky germ-ridden plane pillows again
Things I Want For My Birthday
1) My body to be well (no more stomach problems)
2) Friends and family to wish me a happy birthday
3) Decorated door/balloon (tres high school, I know)
4) People who are not here to leave me messages in song (Liz, Mom, Grandmama)
5) Beautiful weather
Things I Have Already Gotten
1) NYC trip, including Avenue Q
2) Diamond ring
3) Trip to Toronto (for the summer with the fam)
4) Good friends and family
5) Travel pillow so I never have to use yucky germ-ridden plane pillows again