Tomorrow I turn 22, but since I’m going to Atlantic City with my friends from home, I decided I’d celebrate with my college friends tonight. I asked two people to come and the first one said they had a final tomorrow and the other said she had to watch the Lost finale (ouch. that one is going to leave a sting for awhile.) So I gave up on the rest and decided I’d spend the night with my friend the internet who never lets me down.

But one of my friends is TOO good of a friend. When he heard someone would rather watch television than celebrate my birth, he went into overdrive and arranged a dinner and invited all my friends that he knows. Still, everyone had finals and he knows like 1/5 of my friends so I think 2 other people are coming.

So I’m off to dinner with 3 other people and my gimp-ass shoulder for my birthday. I’ll just cry at the table and scream about how no one loves me. BRB.