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."

i went to lurk through tumblr and oh my fucking god that is the most boring thing i have ever seen.

stop being so goddamn pretentious, you 20 year old fucking douchebags. no one is impressed that you know words with more than three syllables and have a favorite font, or hate lady gaga. you are not original. i hate you.

here is a dog with five legs who is equally disapproving of obnoxiously trendy fuckers

neither this dude nor this dog appreciate your shenanigans. so suck it.

you'd think there would be a lot to talk about in the past like...million years it's been since i wrote in this, but oddly enough, i can't think of anything. i've been playing a lot of nintendo 64, doing an obscene amount of homework, turning 19 and cleaning up the sticky alochol mess that ensued, and playing more nintendo.

also, kevin has a car. this means we bother him at times to go on outings. i especially like this part, because it means we get to go places that aren't vassar and go shopping for our room.

however, i have discovered that grocery shopping is my favorite activity ever. nothing has made me feel quite as mature. it's almost like when you're little, and wearing your mom's high heels and thinking you're the shit. i hate how much i love budgeting. and how much of a pseduo-adult i think i am.

new york, new york, it's a hell of a town.

i finally scanned these in to my computer and am doing anything i possibly can to avoid actually doing my homework. this is a bad idea and i should feel bad, because i am going to get bitten in the ass for it, but i can't force myself to concentrate.

life sux.

you have been warned.

so yesterday tiina had a potluck at her house. laura and i decided it would be tropical themed and therefore brought delicious desserts.

also  i bought a coconut.

oh yeah, you know you're into it.

i named it jeffrey and laura thought i was a loser for it but dgaf, because it is an awesome coconut, and i got to smash it against a wall. straight up coconut doesn't taste like much, but what it does taste like is fucking nasty. therefore i used it to be a vain little fuck and take pictures with my coconut.

aw hellll yeah.

happy birthday, america

i miss new york sometimes. no one here has hairless cats.