Yesterday was my 19th birthday, and it was honestly one of my best birthdays ever. I even felt perfectly fine when I woke up this morning! I spent most of the night with my wonderful boyfriend, just the two of us, and it was perfect. Horror movies, whiskey and plenty of birthday sex – I don’t imagine it would have made me as happy if things had of gone as originally planned. Peter Jackson’s Dead Alive has found a place on my top 10 favorite movies of all time. Love, love, love the gore and hilarious twisted humor! Definitely not for those with a weak stomach.
Now that I have reached the final year of my teens I feel obligated to create some goals, or, guidelines of sort.
Now that I am nineteen, I pledge to manage my money well,
take some time out everyday to acknowledge the beauty and love around me,
find a job, which is now a very important goal and goes hand in hand with financial management,
practice driving,
rearrange my bedroom (with the assistance of a new shelf and the banning of my unused television)
Oh, I have so many bloody things to change in my life right now. I seem to be growing up, finally. It feels more like I’m being thrown into a rabid bears cage sometimes.
Unfortunately, today didn’t turn out as great as yesterday, I shed a few tears, so I have decided to end the day with a nice hot cup of Matcha and my brand new edition of Absolute Watchmen (my boyfriend loves me).
Happy Birthday to me, time to get shit started…
