I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. If I was 21 I would actually have things to do and people to hang out with. It was all fine until EVERYONE and their brother turned 21 this year.
On the bright side, Jesus visited from Oly today. And before he left to do something 21-ish I'm sure, he took the sliver out of my foot that has been in there for a day. I had completely given up, but apparently it was super good that he got it because it was a little pinnacle of glass that he swears would've gotten my foot infected. And now I can walk semi-normally again, exept for the whole back issue.
Sigh. I may or may not have been watching What a Girl Wants. Apparently I am a small child. But really, its true. All I want is a fairytale story where I get to wear a cute sarong and dance around and ride on the back of my english boyfriend's motorcycle. But instead I am sitting here contemplating cleaning my room. And nobody will play trivial pursuit with me because I guess I'm not special enough.
My word of the week is apprehensive. And I'm not even that excited about it. Whatever. I'll try to utilize ace some more anyway. Ooh! But I did have an ace time at Mitch's birthday dinner tonight. We got all cute and dressed up to go too. And Mitch and I split a bunch of appetizers which actually is my favorite thing to do.
"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all."
-Dale Carnegie
(I'm not actually depressed or without hope here, I just like this semi-cliched quote and the fact that it was said by a Carnegie)
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