It’s finally happened.
I’ve reached the age where you forget it’s your birthday, and it’s pretty much like any other day. It wasn’t until a coworker sent me a picture of a birthday cake with a smiley face on it or something equally cheesy that I remembered, though I can’t remember my name some days until I’ve finished my first cup of coffee, so I guess that’s more a testament to my burgeoning caffeine addiction than to anything else.
So far my loot includes $85 in cash and a gift certificate for a mani and a pedi. I am extremely stoked about the pedicure especially – thanks Michael!
I’m mostly preoccupied with my English class, which is pretty all-consuming right now. My partner for my class project is MIA and so I’m pretty much resigned to doing all the work until he proves me wrong. So this is my poster/call for submissions, without his input:
MIA partner was supposed to provide the art for the poster, so if he ever turns up, the image will likely change. This is why I simply can’t stand when classwork requires working with others. It’s especially difficult working with others that are almost ten years younger than me and can’t be on time for anything that doesn’t involve a keg, a bong, an XBox 360 or a combination of those three items.
Jesus, I sound about eleventy thousand years old.
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