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I turned 21 on friday. Went to dinner at Alexander House with Mom, Dad and Erin. Dinner/champagne/martini were stellar...company was even better! I got a bottle of Skyy vodka, a bottle of wine and a bottle of 1800 THAT SOMEONE FUCKING STOLE. We went to the bars, and I ended up seeing a guy who graduated who used to write for the Miami Student. I was a faithful reader of his column. He came to my english class the other day and we had to look at his website. His writing is amazing. I'm in love with him. So I decided that telling him that was a good idea when I saw him at Mac and Joe's. I went on and on about how amazing his writing was and how awesome I thought he was in class and how cute and funny and smart and perfect he is. Not embaressing at all. Apparently he loved it and asked me to keep talking about how awesome he was. Drinking continued all through Saturday and Sunday to celebrate Sarah Balmer's 21st birthday. It was an amazing weekend, but I'm not sure I'm actually alive anymore.
On a side note, today I've decided to stop sucking at life. This is probably about the 15th time I've decided this, but I figure one day I'll actually STOP sucking. Maybe. I hope.
Now I have to worry about what classes to take/graduating on time/what the fuck I'm doing after graduating/ finding a boy who doesn't suck because I'm kind of tired of being single.
Shower/library time. I'm filthy.
On a side note, today I've decided to stop sucking at life. This is probably about the 15th time I've decided this, but I figure one day I'll actually STOP sucking. Maybe. I hope.
Now I have to worry about what classes to take/graduating on time/what the fuck I'm doing after graduating/ finding a boy who doesn't suck because I'm kind of tired of being single.
Shower/library time. I'm filthy.