Well the big day has arrived. The entire school is in jitters. We're all dressed up, prancing about, preparing ourselves for.... Music is blaring, cupcakes being iced, children screaming and why?
Well, that's right.. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. [17 Y.O./YO!]
[And yes, I lied. No children are screaming... thank goodness]
Actually, none of what I said is going on. In fact, I'm sitting in the student center totally isolated listening to Reckless by Crystal Castles and wondering about gifts because that's the whole damn point, isn't it? (or as Ruby Pseudo, my lovely friend would say "innit")
Actually though, you should check out her blog. It's really rather fabulous.
So what now?
These are things I like.... and things I'd like as gifts.... so if you'd like to send me something... just kidding... that's my parents' jobs and friends and other random acquaintances who will probably buy me things that I dislike.... like a set of Playmobile people or a Barbie bicycle (might like those though.... UH OH).
Here's my dilemma though: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING I WANT FOR MY B-DAY DUDES.
It's really upsetting. I don't want nuttin'. Like actually, that's nothing that I'm like OHMYDEARLORDINEEDTOOWNTHATRIGHTTHISGODDAMMMINUTEORIMAYDIE.
And so, I leave you with a photo of Lucy Moran, wonderful secretary of the Twin Peak's Sheriff's Office... because all I DO want for my birthday is her wonderful coral lipstick.