18 somewhere

Here it's 10 but somewhere it's midnight and so somewhere, it's the 8th and so I'm 18 somewhere. Faulty logic. I'm actually not to gung-ho about this, this whole big 18 thing-- but y'know whatever.
Actually I've pretty much gotten all my birthday presents- Beatles Rock Band back in September and today, mom took me to k-mart and I picked out a Snuggie. Yes. a Snuggie. GO AHEAD AND LAUGH. It is dark green. I am wondrously warm. Ridiculous. And a chocolate bar and a pillow, but the pillow doesn't really count cos Blake got a pillow, too.

And Frazier (teacher i know real good) says if I'm early to school tomorrow, she'll give me a present- otherwise I have to wait for afterschool. And apparently there is a special 'early morning' prize. And Margo, who's in choir with me, was like, you better show up on time for choir, too. (I'm often late to choir due to the fact it's all the fucking way across school) and it took me a minute but then I remembered what class it was- they're gonna efffing siiing. I was like- MARGO WHY also mr legg doesn't even know who i AM and she's like, I TOLD HIM WHO YOU WERE aka the girl who's always late or not even there. And mom is taking me for a coffee during lunch and we're having steak for dinner but something or another, oh we're going to Spokane this weekend so that's why we're not going out. Exciting 18th- OH right, I think me and H are gonna go pick up some smokes or whatnot, just for kicks.

So in other news, I have the same birthday as Johnny Ramone. Which is kickass. I love the Ramones. I need to get a book on them. Damnit, I am such a fuggin' dork when I think of a band I like, I don't think of getting a CD of theirs- I think of getting a book on them. On the other hand, I really want I Me Mine by George Harrison. Oh! Maybe we can go by a Borders or Barnes&Noble in the city this weekend...

I love this Snuggie.