Where do I start?

I guess I should start where I left off. And that would be at the age of 19, which I no longer am. It was my birthday last Friday, and I must confess that it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. To elaborate...

Friday I was supposed to work from 2:30 to 11, but I managed to come in and get off early, so I was home like I needed to be before the party got started. Without a doubt, this party was off the hook. And it wasn't a birthday party, it was a party that happened to coincidentally fall on my birthday.

Also, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, especially Lai Joy for calling at midnight and being the first one.

Anyways, we had about 40 people shoved into our apartment that night and about 9/10 were drunk. It was crackin', and I'm not even tootin my own horn here, because that's what hella people told me the next day. Not too much drama either, but we were sitting there Sunday recalling and recounting some things that made us die of laughter because of how we didn't remember them until later and how crazy they were.

I got money, clothes, beer and lucky for my birthday. Sorry if that comes off as vulgar, but it's the truth. Good times.

My sister is going to buy me the Nintendo DS, or Dual Screen, for my belated birthday present, making her the best (and craziest) sister on the face of the planet. But I have to wait until Nov. 21 when it comes out to get it. (Another Arbor Day present, Loca?)

I'm getting sidetracked. Like usual, I'm avoiding the topic that's an issue for me right now. But I don't know if certain people read this and I need to talk to them in person before I talk about it on here. Just know that I mean you no harm.