happy birthday to me

well...it's my birthday. and things couldn't be going worse. what a poopy day. and it's only 1 a.m...that can't be good.

I'm twenty today. not a huge milestone. nothing special really happens when you turn twenty. you're not a teenager anymore, but I stopped considering myself a teenager when I graduated high school. one more year til twenty-one. suh-weet. nothing really special about that either except I can drink legally. but I don't know a time when I've needed to be able to drink legally. illegally usually works just as well.

I'm listening to my roommate ruin her reputation in the next room. she's been out of school almost a year and is definitely still a teenager. my boyfriend is asleep after an argument that left me confused and wanting a cigarette. these walls are so thin. oh life. I'll never understand you.

Not Again

it is the first part of the month...again. ugh. i'm doing bills and crying my eyes out...again. i hate being a grown-up.

interesante

it's almost my birthday! i'm so excited! my almost-boyfriend said he was going to get me a wii! i love the wii! i'm sure it will distract me from homework...so that's just one more thing i'll have to overcome. like my boss says: it builds character.

Did You Know: This blog was written in song form. It is impossible comprehend unless it is sung.

moose

there once was a man named brian
i kicked him and he started cryin'
he just wouldn't stop,
so i gave him a WHOP!
and soon his tears he was dryin'

skoo

so yesterday was my first day of school. first day since the summer. it was crazy. i carpooled with my roommate. joy. (that's not her name, it was a snotty comment put there to express the feelings i have toward her) her name is misty. she's not all that bad...when she's sleeping (with every guy she knows). but i only have...EIGHT more months left on the lease. lucky me. wow, this blog is turning out to be quite the negativity hole. but i guess my attitude toward most things can be rather cynical at times. i am a happy person so maybe sarcastic is the better word. i'd probably be more positive right now if reuben (my dog) didn't think he had to chew on everything he sees. and if i he can't chew on it, he pees on it. it's like those are his only two options. no wait, there're three. if he can't chew on it, and can't pee on it, he must hump it.

typical male.