umbara umba

hey guys. thanks a lot for wishing me a happy half birthday, uh, not.
check this shit out! yes, thats right. by the way, max got tickets to lear and didn't have the sense to bring along his beautiful ex-gf (that's me). what a little bitch.

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?