tremble at the awesome power of my castle made out of hamburgers, that i am posting all over the internet because i am so proud of it it's disgusting

probably the best birthday ever. rawking out to blake schwarzenbach, dancing on a movie-theateresque folding chair, drinking a whiskey and (diet) coke. i'm so impressed with myself. lauren and i partied hard, ate french fries, got into more bars, and convinced a random indian man to eventually get a septum piercing. unfortunately, though, we didn't witness him actually do it.

all in all, a successful start to an enjoyable birthday.

20 should be pretty sweet, even though my love for justin bieber has gone officially from "odd" to "fucking creepy."