With my birthday being a mere 5 months away, I realized it was high time that I start planning what I do. Last year's birthday affairs were eventful (something I will describe in detail in a while), but now that I'm turning 20, or the great for the Japanese (thank God for that class - it was loads of fun, but still difficult), it just seems like I should pay more attention to this birthday party or whathaveyou.

Then it got me thinking, maybe I should keep the money spending for when I turn 21, since I will not be caught dead hosting a party where the only beverages are 2 cans of beer per person and some unsightly red cups. I mean, come on, the least I can do is rent a couple of sleeping bags for the ones who will undoubtedly pass out.

Or, you know, in the spirit of nostalgia and regret (bygones, whatever they mean), maybe I should have spent my energies into my 18 birthday party slash goodbye party despedida slash high school graduation shindig.

Or two years prior, at my sweet sixteen. Or three years prior at my quincinera. (by the way, what the hell is celebrated at the 17th and 19th years? they seem like such bland birth anniversaries, although the 19th does have its own little niche for being "the last teenage year".)


Ugh. Now my head hurts - I think I'd just want to treat myself to a home-spa treatment on my birthday. Y'know, the full shebang - Lipton tea, a nice shower with shampoo AND conditioner AND *gasp* body wash, some fancy shmancy moisturizing lotion (as opposed to drying lotions), and a bottle of Martinelli's sparkling apple cider (The champagne will have to wait).



[hrm. a full semester and a three week break seem to have atrophied whatever writing skills I had. I'm so sorry, blog.]