today was my birthday,

i wear a flower on my head (thanks tarara), i wear a trashcan also (thanks mr nichols, dean of students), i write essay, i go to classes, i eat lunch and cake, i forget my morals and enjoy frappuccino with fabienne, i walk with brownstein, he buys me lemonade, i drink greek coffee with kate, i go to mad awkward brearley reunion, i pretend not to see people, people pretend not to see me, i eat cake again, i eat sushi with old friends, i go on train, i go to concert, i dance and sweat (oh baby), brother & friends buy me drinks against my will "in preperation for college", i take a cab home and it costs me $17 fucking dollars. i'm fucking exhausted. school tomorrow, i'm an adult now?