its the day before my 18th birthday and all i can think of is "wow, i can finally put my REAL age on friendster"

how sad.

anyways, i did my laundry today and a girl doing her laundry at the same time as me accidentally left a red piece of paper in one of her jean pockets during the wash. all her jeans turned an ugly splotchy red. i dont know why i just shared that with you. but it sucks to be her!

i had lunch with jeff, belinda and other a phi o people. it just occured to me that i didnt say "bye" or "nice meeting you" to any of them. yikes.

well. today has been my last day of seventeen. hmm. is it the age of eighteen or twenty-one where you get considered to be an adult? im not so excited about my birthday as i was last year or the year before. maybe this is like christmas on how it isnt exciting anymore and how it just plain sucks. everything has become so desensitized.

but i do hope to i will have a happy birthday. that would be something nice to have.