My birthday is tomorrow. ^_^

Yeah. Tomorrow, bitches. I'll be nine-fucking-teen. God I feel old.

Anyway....

My room is really hot. But I'm not complaining, 'cause it's cold outside. Like, five degrees cold. Fahrenheit, that is. And with the windchill, it's eight below. And of course, I was a slacker and missed dinner, so now my options are Easy Mac, ramen, or braving the vast frozen wasteland that is this campus to go to the Gizmo for something greasy, unhealthy, and disproportionately delicious. The jury's still out on whether or not it's worth it.

Although, I must say I'm quite proud of myself. I actually did not miss dinner as a result of slacking---I was cleaning. My side of the room is now quite organized. Livable, even. Now I just have to do my dishes and it'll be perfect.

Also, a bit of joyous celebration---I went home for a visit this weekend and my family had a little early birthday shindig for me, and my mother, beautiful woman that she is, got me *wait for it* a digital camera. Hellz yes! So long, four dollar masterpiece maker! I gots da technology now!

On a slightly sadder note, my mother, wonderful though she be, also did something nigh unforgivable this weekend. She stole my kickass wonderful hat (the one from Stratford, for those who've seen it) and washed it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for clean hats. But she washed it in the washing machine, and it SHRANK! Now it hardly even covers my ears! And it's all misshapen too! I've been reduced to my boring blue sock cap, which does not match my comfy scarf in any way, shape, or form. It's horrible.

And there's a hole in my jeans. I hate patching jeans.

But anyway, enough of this depressing talk, for I have a birthday for which to prepare!

And now, I think I must be off---the call of the Gizmo has grown stronger than my fear of frostbite. Wish me luck!