Everything was perfect except firstly dinner. The food was wonderful but honestly, conversation was a pain in the butt. Even on my birthday we can't talk about anything I want to. I'm not asked any questions and nobody really congratulates me. Then why the fuck spend on food on my birthday? Just give me my damn cake, complain about the cream on it and be on your way. I don't want to spend my time talking about unused gifts that you want returned to you. Fuck.
The second mood spoiler was talk about the band. It's fucking depressing to know that I don't really fit in based on musicality because I'm not precisely the singer they wanted.
But whatever, they say shit like that makes you life interesting right?
Anyway, thank you to everyone who greeted me a Happy Birthday. Mucho Luv!
I'm currently trying to complete my fucking phonetics journal that is suddenly due tomorrow and not the 10th of June like that assignment document states. Like fuck. FUCK. I hate writing about mispronounced words, that's all I'm saying.
Also, have eaten a fuck lot of cake yesterday and today. I already feel fatter and rock climbing doesn't have training till a month later or something. I need to go out and do something myself if I'm gonna get any exercise in at all. BAH FUCK MY LIFE. (But of my cake is so GOOOOOOOOOD.)
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