Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me
Wednesday, 20 April 2005 15:34![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melayneseahawk*sigh* Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday, dear Ilana. Happy birthday to me. *falls over from the effort it takes to sing*
Ah, well. 18 as of 7:50a yesterday. I think I actually feel this one, but only because the universe is making such a bloody big deal out of it. *forces self to stop using italics*
I love how, of the things I can legally do now, many of them I already do and most of the rest I have not interest in doing. The only new thing is voting, and that I can't even do for a while. *oops, italics again*
But, I must say, there is something wrong with your best guy friend, who is also your ex, taking you to Forbidden Fruit in honor of your new legality. Magnify the wrong-ness when he declares he plans on buying your birthday present from there. And then add a healthy dose of gut-splitting irony when you get kicked out of the damn store because you have no ID that proves you are 18. *cackles histerically* This is only made worse when he, while driving you to the Metro after this failed attempt, reveals that part of why he won't go in there himself is because he feels like if he goes in there alone they'll think whatever he's buying is for him. *falls over laughing 18-year-old-ass off*
Argh, too chipper after having pulled a second all-nighter in less that a week. I'm out of my fucking mind. Especially because I stayed up all night reading fabulously hilarious (and fabulously finally legal) slash rather than writing my music paper/English journals/God knows what other homework I have. I'm such an idiot. *snerk*
Off to pretend to work now [read: work on various bits of non-scholastic writing].
Ah, well. 18 as of 7:50a yesterday. I think I actually feel this one, but only because the universe is making such a bloody big deal out of it. *forces self to stop using italics*
I love how, of the things I can legally do now, many of them I already do and most of the rest I have not interest in doing. The only new thing is voting, and that I can't even do for a while. *oops, italics again*
But, I must say, there is something wrong with your best guy friend, who is also your ex, taking you to Forbidden Fruit in honor of your new legality. Magnify the wrong-ness when he declares he plans on buying your birthday present from there. And then add a healthy dose of gut-splitting irony when you get kicked out of the damn store because you have no ID that proves you are 18. *cackles histerically* This is only made worse when he, while driving you to the Metro after this failed attempt, reveals that part of why he won't go in there himself is because he feels like if he goes in there alone they'll think whatever he's buying is for him. *falls over laughing 18-year-old-ass off*
Argh, too chipper after having pulled a second all-nighter in less that a week. I'm out of my fucking mind. Especially because I stayed up all night reading fabulously hilarious (and fabulously finally legal) slash rather than writing my music paper/English journals/God knows what other homework I have. I'm such an idiot. *snerk*
Off to pretend to work now [read: work on various bits of non-scholastic writing].
