So, I'm turning 21 in 21 days.
I'm not bar-hopping or anything. I'm enjoying Thanksgiving, with my family and with my boyfriend's family. I'm drinking wine with a nice homemade Italian dinner.
It makes bar-hopping look like a rather grungy way to celebrate the big 2-1 huh?
That's alright. We already knew I was classy. Sometimes. When my filter is working- and when you can get me to actually wear something besides jeans and a hoodie.
GAH. I'm classy on the inside.
Anyway.
I will be celebrating at home, which is of course my first birthday wish. However, I will be back at Becker that night, so I guess it's the best of both worlds.
My other birthday wishes:
I wish...
- For people to leave me alone when they are clearly not wanted.
- For a Kindle. Either that new one or one with 3G. But mostly the new one- the Fire one. But I really want 3G- Oh I don't know.
- For a fun shopping trip.
- For nail polish in fun colors. But not orange. Ew. Orange.
- For permission to have pets in the residence halls (inside joke with RAs). Never gonna happen.
- For hair that doesn't knot.
- For a metric crap-ton of iTunes giftcards. It's time for some new music.
- For less headaches and more sleep.
- For stupid people to realize that they are stupid and actively make changes..Like buying me iTunes giftcards.
- For a Jeep Wrangler in a bright color. Automatic. Please.
- ...You know, it could be any color really....
- ...And I might be able to learn stick-shift if you actually got me the Jeep...
- Oh- and a full tank of gas in the Jeep would be pretty cool...
- For a new pair of plain black flip flops. BECAUSE MY OTHER PAIR GOT BROKEN BY SOMEONE. Grr.
- A poster of Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. And Fox Mulder from the X Files.
- A really fluffy bathrobe. FLUFFY.
- A llama.
- Horseback Riding Lessons. Preferably private so I can pester the instructor about training and behavior.
- A bonsai or cactus garden for my room. They're so pretty.
You got it. Make it happen people!
Not one of these Jeeps. Do it and you will regret it. I have no shame and no problem forcefully throwing kids out of my new Jeep. |
Because you only turn 21 once, just like every other age...
Don't forget my llama. |
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