Almost to the Year 25!

Birthday tomorrow. I baked cookies. Still can't sit on my couch (I'm calling those people tomorrow if I haven't gotten the number from maintenance, who have YET to show up and do whatever the hell they were planning on doing.) I refuse to do homework or housework on a day that's technically for me, so there's that (homework can wait till Saturday and the housework got done earlier in the week.) I've got a free burger, a free ice cream scoop, and a free dessert plus sombrero coming tomorrow (I have just the place for it, and I mean the sombrero, not the dessert. I know where the dessert goes. Not going to be hanging THAT on the wall...)

I'm going to call Mom and she's going to spend an hour finding out that I, indeed, keep EVERYTHING. I need a drawing I did years ago to send to Brandon Boyd because I drew the picture, right, and never sent it to him. It was titled after one of Incubus' songs, funny enough, and I think the picture was supposed to be of him (or at least I TRIED to draw him.) He's a very artistic and brilliant sort and I thought he might appreciate it (or at least get a laugh at the position of his arms in the picture.) For some reason I had this thing hanging out in my folder for the longest time and never DID anything with it. Now I want it and I don't have it (go figure, eh?) because it's up in Wisconsin in a folder. I know WHICH folder, thank goodness, or Mum would spend a week looking through all of that stuff, and I'm pretty sure of WHERE the folder is in the box because Mom would spend a week looking for just THAT, so she can probably find the folder easily and sift through forty billion pieces of this, that, and the other thing to find the drawing.

Yeah, perfectly easy. I'll feel better when Brandon can laugh at my trees. I might send a poem, too, so he can see where my talents REALLY lie.

Doctor Who on the weekend. I do love birthday presents from my favorite TARDIS resident...

I have newspaper clippings to sort, so I say goodbye to year 24 and really hope that the next one brings joy, happiness, a diploma, a job, and a boyfriend. Along with some really fine cake. Who doesn't like cake? And maybe some pie. And maybe a toothbrush, too, that'd be nice after all that sugar in the cake, the pie, and those cookies in the back room that I'm going to start wolfing down if someone else doesn't first.

Ta,
Bec