lovely life

Yeah.. I ordered a beer on my 21st birthday. No classy lady drinks for moi!

Hmm, so I've made 21 crazy complete revolutions around the sun and I feel no different. Yesterday was quite uneventful but hopefully this weekend will be a bit different, without morning wake-up calls for school and a sister's couch to crash on. My birthday loot included a pretty necklace from Danielle, a featherbed and new sheets from Mother Bird, and a new laptop (in 2 weeks.. ugh) from Daddy Dearest. All in all, it was a good, easygoing day. With a few added benefits.

Apartment search number 23902394 is underway and making me want to pull my hair out. I hate looking for a place to live and I hate talking to shitty leasing agents/landlords. Hopefully I'll end up in Cabbagetown or Inman Park and won't have to suffer in Midtown again. I just want my old neighborhood back.. even though I'd rather be doused with acid than have to move back into Oak Pointe.

Couldn't help but be nostalgic yesterday and think about how Eddie was my best birthday present on my 18th birthday 3 years ago. While I may have lost a boyfriend, I did keep a best friend. And I miss him every day. But anyhoo..

I suppose I should turn in. I've got a good book to read, a history quiz to have nightmares about, and the cutest little puppy to snuggle with.



I got my makeup done at MAC and looked like a teen porn star. I liked it.



So happy, slightly drunky.