One of Those Days.

I’m not a person who’s big on celebrating my birthday. But for some reason, I wanted to try to make legitimate plans with my friends and boyfriend this year. After a few hours of arguing due to an extremely selective eater, we decided to go to Little Italy for Italian food. Anyone have any suggestions for what restaurant we should go to? It will be my first time eating in that area. It will be my first time introducing my boyfriend to my guy friends, let alone celebrate a birthday with all of them. I don’t even know what I’ll wear on that day. [PANIC ATTACK MODE]!

I went to sleep around two in the morning only to wake up every two hours because of the disgusting humidity. Even though it’s been approximately six years since I’ve moved here from California, you would think I got use to the “hormonal” weather changes. Nope, I hate it.

Long story short, I was running late. I forgot left some packages at home that were supposed to be mailed out today, I wore my shirt backwards and inside out, and I made breakfast only to have it sit on the table because I forgot to eat it. When I got to the campus, a passerby told me I had feathers in my hair… I don’t even know where they came from. And I think I forgot to stick my jeans in the wash, because they still have splotches of clay residue from ceramics class on them.

I hate days like this.