late nights, bright lights

Yay legal birthday! I can drink in public now! (in 13 minutes, anyways) Not that I really drink at all! But the option is now available to me! I like shouting! And now I can do it in bars! The shouting, that is! Public nudity is still mostly frowned upon!

Exam tonight, so ready for it. As in, I've taken it twice before and scored in the nineties both times. That, of course, will not stop me from studying my adorable butt off.

And, you know, frequent study breaks to cuddle my boyfriend. I don't know what's going on recently. I just like him more every day. Gross.

Fifteen more days until I can legally drink! Because I do so much of that... (Not really) Happy birthday to me!

Now I am off to read all my webcomics for the day.

Grad was pretty nice. I liked seeing everyone again. Mmmm, friends!

So many of my friends won stuff. Stupid smart and nice and community-involved friends. Why don't I have any sucky friends? They would make me look waaay better.

I bought the sweetest ass-est jacket EVER yesterday. I wanna go out juust so I can wear it and everyone can see it and be jealous.

Going to party at Colin's tonight. That is, if I can find the right scarf. I can only find the one that clashes with my jacket! [and the one that would make me look like an insensitive jerk.]

But now Moe and I are going out to the store and I need to compose some super special birthday poems!

NSO was great. I registered for all my courses and saw the residences up close and all. Sure, it's far from home, but I think I'll be okay.

I bought a few good books and some stamps, sent some post and bought a great present for someone special's birthday... ^^

I just hope she doesn't cry when I give it to her.

What? 6 userpics now? Coooool.

That'll show me not logging on in three days. Wow, three days. I feel dirty. But annnnnnnnyways.

Happy Birthday to me... I totally got to have marshmellows for breakfast.

I had lots of fun at Colin's, including Hide and Go Seek in the dark, nesting on Colin's legs and getting my ass whooped at chess. I should have paid more attention to what Brock tried to teach me.

The ballet fucking rocked, even if the bumblebee fell down a little. The chefs chasing the chicken had me laughing my pants off.

But yeah. The flu sucks really bad. I spent three days throwing up. No fun.

I get to go wrap presents for fake Christmas tonight, then write secret slash, then write something for Sarah and finish Colin and Cookie's presents.

[Dude, having 6 icons rocks.]