Well, it WAS my birthday....
So now I'm 18. Whee.
I'm not much more thrilled about that number than I was about 17, but apparently I'm now legally old enough to vote, buy porn and get arrested for real. Now, the big question: which of those three rights am I going to exercise? Oooh, this is a tough one, folks.
The business went well. We made over $1000. Of course, we still have to buy fabric to actually MAKE the orders but still... I think the next highest group in our class made, like, fifty bucks. So here's a big middle finger to all those idiots who said our idea sucked and our business would do the worst.
Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ahahahahahahaaha... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ha... h...a.
... and to reiterate: "HA!"
So, we're pretty pleased of ourselves. All in all it was a pretty good birthday. We watched 'Fight Club' again (it was just as awesome the second time through). And... stuff. I have a birthday party tommorow, which I invited way too many people to and... OH MY GOD! HANNAH!!!!!!!
>____<
Okay, okay. I knew I forgot someone. Hannah. Call tommorow. Invite. Wow, am I ever a bitch.
Yeah... anyways, lots of people and the such. Luckily Leslie and Rebecca offered to help me with the actual PARTY and Gregory is coming over earlier to help me make treat bags. It should be fun. Hopefully. This seems like the first good birthday I've had since... well, I guess 14 wasn't so bad since my mom got me the Izzy cake that year.
Now I'm just rambling.
I don't know. I feel like a terrible friend right now, though. I always feel like there's certain obligations on me as host at Bad Dubbing Night, but tonight there was really someone who I should of reached out and tried to talk to, yet I didn't. Now, after the fact, it makes me feel like I'm failing as a friend. What's worse is that the person I'm talking about will probably read this and think it's some sort of cheap gesture. It's hard being depressed, and I know that pretty damn well... but sometimes it's even more difficult to reach out to someone else who's upset. I just... arrgh, well it's pointless writing about it out where everyone can read it. *blink*
Yeah. Something else.
The eighth season of South Park started tonight. That's awesome, I guess. It made me feel kind of like it started especially for my birthday. Or something.
I should probably, maybe sleep since my dad's taking me out reasonably early tommorow morning. And I get to do rope dart on fire tommorow night. Whee. ^___^
Goodnight!
I'm not much more thrilled about that number than I was about 17, but apparently I'm now legally old enough to vote, buy porn and get arrested for real. Now, the big question: which of those three rights am I going to exercise? Oooh, this is a tough one, folks.
The business went well. We made over $1000. Of course, we still have to buy fabric to actually MAKE the orders but still... I think the next highest group in our class made, like, fifty bucks. So here's a big middle finger to all those idiots who said our idea sucked and our business would do the worst.
Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ahahahahahahaaha... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ha... h...a.
... and to reiterate: "HA!"
So, we're pretty pleased of ourselves. All in all it was a pretty good birthday. We watched 'Fight Club' again (it was just as awesome the second time through). And... stuff. I have a birthday party tommorow, which I invited way too many people to and... OH MY GOD! HANNAH!!!!!!!
>____<
Okay, okay. I knew I forgot someone. Hannah. Call tommorow. Invite. Wow, am I ever a bitch.
Yeah... anyways, lots of people and the such. Luckily Leslie and Rebecca offered to help me with the actual PARTY and Gregory is coming over earlier to help me make treat bags. It should be fun. Hopefully. This seems like the first good birthday I've had since... well, I guess 14 wasn't so bad since my mom got me the Izzy cake that year.
Now I'm just rambling.
I don't know. I feel like a terrible friend right now, though. I always feel like there's certain obligations on me as host at Bad Dubbing Night, but tonight there was really someone who I should of reached out and tried to talk to, yet I didn't. Now, after the fact, it makes me feel like I'm failing as a friend. What's worse is that the person I'm talking about will probably read this and think it's some sort of cheap gesture. It's hard being depressed, and I know that pretty damn well... but sometimes it's even more difficult to reach out to someone else who's upset. I just... arrgh, well it's pointless writing about it out where everyone can read it. *blink*
Yeah. Something else.
The eighth season of South Park started tonight. That's awesome, I guess. It made me feel kind of like it started especially for my birthday. Or something.
I should probably, maybe sleep since my dad's taking me out reasonably early tommorow morning. And I get to do rope dart on fire tommorow night. Whee. ^___^
Goodnight!