Signs I go to bed too late: I overslept for class today. The class I had to hand the paper in. I'm awesome. I still handed that awful piece of shit in, but good lord I felt like a dumbass oversleeping for my 2:00 pm class. Then I forgot my purse so I didn't have my student ID to print out the paper with. Before I could even print it out, I had to sign on the computer in the lab and had to go on 5 different ones to find one that let me on. After handing in the paper I tried to sell back three books for some money and got back $9.50. Collectively. Not per book. Please stop raping me, University Bookstore. The first hour I was awake was not the greatest, but I'm done bitching, I swear.
Signs my friends are awesome: my brother, Jewel's-Number-One-Cashier, is a douche. He didn't get tickets for Tom Petty because he claims his friend can "hook us up with free ones." Apparently he has ties with mobsters. I hate not having tickets for concerts; my friend Diana always wants to go to concerts hoping to score a free ticket aka "miracle" outside before the show starts. I hate that shit. If I'm going, I want to have a ticket in my hand, reassuring me that I WILL get inside the venue and I WILL see the band. Anyways, Kelly the old roomie, called me today asking if I wanted to go to the concert, and that she would pay for my ticket for my birthday. And that's not counting "the drinks I'll buy you on your birthday." Fuck yeah Kelly, I love you.
Signs my birthday is coming up: I looked at the clock today when it was 5:12 pm. On Friends Ross had to guess a birthday and he said "May 12th." It's now offically 12 days until my birthday.
Signs I'm a douche bag: Today, not April 25th is Gabe's birthday. So now he gets two "happy birthdays". I'm sorry I messed up, please find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope you have a wonderful time at your precious Maxdon's tomorrow, although I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. Have fun drinking your irish coffee, jack and cokes, beer and irish car bombs. I'm glad you're keeping your heritage alive, just please don't get alcohol poisoning in the process. Well it is your birthday, your half century birthday at that, so get that poisoning if you want. You've earned it. Plus it'll be a good story to tell the kids when they get older.
Signs I have too much time on my hands: I've talked to Jenn for way too long today. Not that I don't enjoy every minute of it lady, but christ, stop asking me questions like "is it peer or peek?" "ion or eon?" And stop offending people by leaving random comments everywhere. You know some people take these blogs seriously. Didn't your mom ever tell you to treat others as you want to be treated? Or to "stop being like peanut butter"? Or no wait, that's my mom. God bless you Pammy. Move to Chicago so we can drink together, goddamnit. New Mexico sucks, bitches.