Contemplating what to buy at the grocery store. Because I go there now. That's right.
It's been forever, I know. I'm sorry people. Lots of stuff has happened. Crazy, I'm telling you. Where do I even begin?
Maybe with the fact that I'M NOW 21. What up? Funny story, though. My 21st birthday was nothing like the picture at the left. I didn't even drink at my birthday dinner. I did cry though. Why? It's beyond me. I think I was just a little overwhelmed. I did, however, eat a steak from New Zealand. Talk about one of the most delicious things that has ever graced my taste buds. Whoa. My dad made margaritas when I got home, and I watched this movie with my sister in the basement. I know. We're party animals.
For my birthday, my parents gave me an alarm clock. Kidding. Well they did, but they also gave me a hundred bucks to buy a new bedspread since my old one was on its last thread (see what I did there - ha). My sister bought me some super cute vintage-y sunglasses from Target, as well as a huge 21 balloon (because balloons are awesome) and a cookie cake - my favorite!
The next night, my awesome roommates threw me another mini birthday celebration. Miranda the Marvelous made me spaghetti and provided me with pink wine. She also gave me the book Peter Pan, because it's apparently life-changing. Allison the Amazing made me a double-layer cookie cake. That's a layer of cookie cake, a layer of icing, and another layer of cookie cake, and then icing on top. It was like cookie cake on steroids and I went into a diabetic coma just looking at it. It was incredible. And Haley the Extraordinary gave me a six pack of Reese's Big Cups, because they're the greatest thing on earth, and a Disney Princess coloring book. Then we watched Tangled, which is quickly becoming tied for first for my favorite Disney movie. Maybe even favorite movie ever.
Then last Saturday, my Aunt Jen took my to a Boyce Avenue concert. I'd never heard of them, but it turns out they're pretty cool. Aunt Jen being herself, she took me to the concert, and we watched the two bands who opened for Boyce Avenue, then half of their songs, and she decided it was time to go. It was about 10:15, and we were both worn out, so she took me to the Varsity (Whaddyahave?) and then home. It was a good night.
As far as what Coco gave me... On official records, I don't know. But off the record. I totally know exactly what it is. Toms. Ballet flats. He asked which ones I liked. He asked my sister for my shoe size. The box - which I haven't opened yet and won't until he gets home at the beginning of April - is roughly shoebox-sized. They're Toms. I know it. I know it.
I'm currently on Spring Break, and I have to begin research for a group project and write two microfiction stories before Sunday. But for right now, I'm pretty happy chilling in my footie pajamas and making a grocery list.
Oh, and here are a few puns:
- If I were a dinosaur, guess what I'd be? A Thesaurus. Right?
- What did the bison say when his kid left for college? "Bye, son!" (from Haley)
- At work, someone's change was 8.15. So I gave them the eight bucks first, then as I put the coins in her hand, I said, "I just nickled and dimed you." Ha!
