My birthday was June 29th and I spent the 26th until then with my friends. It was a weekend to get away, party and let go.
That happened; I got so drunk I blacked out twice [Also, I can't remember a thing from 2 days], I was drunk for 4 days straight, I got to see my friend Kelsey, I went to the big city and on the skytrain, both for the first time, went to a mall with 4 floors, and I saw Transformers 2. Hurray, basically. I paid for everything myself. Okay, that's good. I can support myself. My friends texted me "Happy Birthday" on the 29th. Awe <3.
I have gotten one card, with my only gift of $20 from my grandma. I KNOW! I sound like a TOTAL bitch, but honestly, isn't 19 a bit of a deal? No one sang happy birthday except my parents. I mean, I'm not normally the one to ask for anything at all, but really? $20 and a card.God, I feel like a terrible person, and know what? Maybe I am. I'm selfish and self absorbed, and as I already told anyone who reads these, I'm vain.
Ouch.
Anyways, I've been attacked by bug bites and I have no anti-itch cream so I'm dying. I have a gash out of my foot in two places, and a cut across my toe and I have no clue how I got them as I was drunk beyond belief at the time. I got a sun burn on my face\\Top of my head.
This blog's all about me complaining that I have a job so I can afford to hate myself, and how my friends are jerks for texting me happy birthday...Wow.
I think I just ended this without trying.
Love\\Hate you all <3
