Birthdays

Birthdays. There kind of a hit or miss. I'll never forget the birthday I almost choked on pizza and my dad didn't know the sign nor will I forget the birthday that I broke up with my first girlfriend. Theme there's the long awaited 21st birthday and that was amazingly dull. And today my 22nd birthday. I spent the night with s, got in a fight with e, and after texts from TB and KC my night turned a little sour. But on the brightside s is laying in bed next to me, I have class with my favorite professor tomorrow, and dinner with my parent that will involve a very large margarita. So thanks to those who blew up my Facebook and fuck you to those who tried to take my happy birthday away.

The final count down.... and everything inbetween

2 days till my birthday...

and heres the thing, Im done wishing. Not to be cynical or anything but its true, Im done wishing and Im done hoping that they come true. A lot fo the time I think its my own fault for wishing for things that have no possibility of coming true. So this year instead of a birthday wish Im making a birthday thank you. Thank you irony. Hehe you are amazing and by amazing I mean the mix of you and karma have certainly added a humerous one two punch to my life.   

10 days till surgery...

Im scared. Not going to lie. Im scared shitless. Its not like it was the last time I had surgery. I dont know exactly what he is going to do or when he is going to do it for that fact. All the same, hello surgery and potentially miserable spring break, good bye constant knee pain.