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Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 18. I will be happy with not receiving any presents from my non-existent family. I will probably die of excitement when I wake with my freshly waxed upper lip and my really bad manicure. Cosmetology school is the funnest thing to happen to me in my entire life and I'm really not minding being pampered each and every weekday, even if everyone thinks I am Gwen Stefani.