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I can see you biting and scratching. She learned to tease him, too. The moans were rhythmic, then at times like the cooing of doves.

So my [and Steve Jobs'] birthday was Thursday. That morning before school I received a darling bouquet of pink balloons on a stick from M., which I carried around for the rest of the day because they didn't fit in my locker, which, incidentally, was decorated with a shiny "happy birthday" banner and a shiny pink tiara resting in a nest of shiny pink grass with a note that said "wear me." [That was probably a run-on sentence, but I never cared about that before, so I certainly shan't start now that I'm EIGHTEEN.] I less than three my friends.

It started to flurry around 11 of the clock, and at the actual time of my birth [approx. 12:22pm], our high school principal came on the loudspeaker and announced that we would be getting out at 12:30 on account of snow. Ker-ching!

My darling friends and I then went to the Starbucks at Barnes and Noble and they treated me to chocolate mousse cheesecake and hot chocolate. And some random woman, noticing my "birthday princess" tiara, no doubt, asked me if I was sixteen. x.x I mean, I'm sure there are many women who would love to be guessed to be sixteen, but most eighteen year olds are not among them.

Then I went home, where there was my One True Dress hanging on my bedroom door. Except my mum had purchased it in a size too large. x.x

And then we went downtown for my birthday party. :D Yay.

Our cab driver on the way to the train station was a Nigerian political cartoonist from the Ibo tribe [who also spoke German]. I told him I read Achebe's Things Fall Apart for school and he said he spoke to a local high school about it a few years ago and asked me whether I liked the novel. It was pretty awesome that something I did in Mr Kelly's English class was actually useful for something, like connecting with a random stranger. Fancy that.

Friday morning we had a two hour delay, which was lovely since I hadn't got to bed until late. & then I left school early to hear Senator Rick Santorum (R-PA-ASSHOLE) talk to old people about social security. "If you are 55 or older, this will not affect you at all."

It was pretty much the most boring thing evar, but a little group of students from my gov class had a nice lunch together and spent some quality time in the "ghosts on the go" [chunder!] van with Ms Hauger. So it was mostly better than going to physics, gym, and German.

After school I went to the mall with M. & KT to exchange my dress for the next smaller size. Except when I got to Bloomingdale's, there was no seven on the rack. Fortunately, though, after calling the m. and telling her there were 11 dresses in my size at the Mall of America, the saleswoman found a size seven that someone had been trying on, so all my panic was for nought.

With my Prom Dress of Love safely exchanged, we went to Gimpy's house to watch Harold and Maude, which is pretty much the best movie evar. I want to be Maude when I grow up.

well, if you want to sing out, sing out
and if you want to be free, be free
'cause there's a million things to be
you know that there are