I still haven't finished On Agate Hill. I know, I know, it's taking forever. But I'm going to my parent's house this weekend, so I imagine I'll have some free time to read there.
Actually, the reason I'm going home is because my boyfriend is in Redline, and indoor percussion ensemble, and they have a performance this Saturday that is literally 10 minutes from my mum's house. It'll be cool to see him perform, although I imagine that he'll claim he did badly. I'm also getting a haircut - I'm growing it out, but enough is enough. I need layers. It's a little bad.
So my birthday's this Thursday, and I fell old. I'm going to be 20! That's TWO DECADES! Oh, I am turning into such an old lady. It's rather depressing. Also, there is nothing good about turning 20. You're already an adult, you can already go to Canada to drink (although I don't drink anyway), and you're still too young to buy alcohol in America. My friends and I were discussing this, and we decided that the only good thing about turning 20 is that we have officially conquered teen pregnancy. Which isn't really that great of an accomplishment.
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