Saturday, April 2, 2011

It’s my burffday, and I’ll procrastinate if I want to

My Mum always used to sing that song, except with, you know, the right lyrics. Actually… come to think of it, I’m not sure she knew the lyrics either…

Regardless, today IS actually my birthday. I’m officially 19. Last year as a teenager! My dad sent along this card, and my friend Ashley looks at it and goes, “He doesn’t know how old you are does he?” Nope. Hahahahaha. Made me laugh so hard. MLIA.

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My lovely roommates (who both happen to be suspiciously absent) mischeviously surprised me with a festively decorated bathroom whiteboard and condom balloon this morning, while my family sent along some Oriental Trading Company-style goodies (including a balsa wood airplane, whoopee cushion, and silly bandz) and a tin full of Tollhouse cookies that were mysteriously gone into the recesses of my digestive system before I could even think about photographing them.

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Sadly, I’m supposed to be writing my term paper—20 pages on the global eradication of Dracunculiasis due Wednesday morning—but instead I’m wrapped in my comforter, pulling pages out of the magazines my Aunt Deb sent in her birthday care package, and drawing in my sketchbook. IT’S MY BIRTHDAY, I’M ALLOWED TO DO THAT!

Speaking of my birthday, the best present ever went down on Thursday night, when I got to meet the famous BILL NYE! (You know, Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill Nye the Science Guy… ) And not only did I meet him, But I got to teach him how to do the reverse explosive pound. My life is complete.  

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Oh, and my [future] roommate Julia literally just rushed in with a plastic shopping bag which she promptly dumped on my lap (Hello, I’m trying not to write a term paper here! Interrupting my useless procrastination! Sheesh.) Anyways, I look inside and there’s a half-empty bag of Twizzlers, which just happen to be my favorite candy. I’m like, “Thanks…! You only ate half of them…Wow.” While thinking, I really hope this isn’t my birthday present… But she’s just like, “NO LOOK, THERE’S CHOCOLATE!” At which point I realize that not only is the bag of Twizzlers half gone, but those that remain are also covered in chocolate frosting. Do I detect a faintly fishy aroma?

I’m calling ‘nanigans on this one. AND I CAN’T WAIT!

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