Happy Fucking Birthday.
I guess smoking a pack of 100's after quitting for three weeks wasn't the best idea. My lungs and throat are so sore. Last night could totally have been an awesome birthday party. Instead I ended up kinda drunk with wasted Bob and Jimmy pissing me off. Tonight could have been a nice birthday party with my family, except my dad is in California and my mom refuses to not get drunk even though I asked her not too just so we can get along for my birthday. So I'm just going to beat her to it and drink the six pack of Yuengling in the fridge. Fuck.
I turn 19 tomorrow, such a boring age. Bob and I are going out to dinner, so that should be fun. It's weird thinking about how much happend this year for me, I've done more from 18 to 19 than I've done in my whole life.