it's my party...

its my 21st birthday.
i'm getting older.
i feel it.
and i'm a tiny bit hungover still (ugh) from barring it up last night.
it was fun.
a party was had.
i drank too much.
but thats what you do on your 21st birthday.



but right now i just want to die.
aand i certainly dont want to go to class in a little over an hour.
and i dont want to write this paper on the discreet charm of the bourgeosie.
and i do not want to try to write this play for collaboration.
inspiration hasnt hit and i cant force it.
this bites.


and a movie just made me cry.
but in a good way...
kind of.