2.2.2003
 
Ahem...

::sings:: Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, happy birthday; happy birthday to me.

Yep, today was my birthday. Kiss sweet-sixteen good-bye, I'm seventeen and I don't feel much better different.

This year I'm playing it low-key since I'm saving up my energies for next year's 18th Birthday party. Four words, mis amigos: Thunder From Down Under. We are so watching that show!

But I digress... so, about five people actually remembered that it was my birthday today: Barto (all the way from AZ), Sarah (who remembered after looking at the date for day), Adrienne (just because she's a fellow groundhog), and Karen (because Barto reminded her two days previous). I got an e-card from Rica, but the Hallmark website is backlogged at the moment so I'll have to read it later. Gomen.

So, how did I spend my 17th birthday? Working on science fair and that stylistic analysis of Asimov's I, Robot.

Happy happy joy joy.

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