I feel old. Like Hills and Cheeses and the cask of amontillado...

Or, you know, not. That's a great Poe, though. So I'm eight days into twenty and it's rather surreal. Technically to not be a teenager anymore is odd. I don't like it. It's all downhill from here. Hopefully not in a literal "life is about to suck" sense, but there is a hovering expectation for time to start moving faster now. I hope the new decade exceeds expectations.
Also, I got bangs. I don't like them. They remind me of the bangs everyone had in 7-8th grade. thin, round, and often parted in the middle unless hairsprayed. I think I'm going to try playing with them a bit. Maybe snipping here or there. I would take a picture but my sisters took the camera with them to CALIFORNIA. Yes, they are there now. Eating Sweet Basil Pizza(bleh) and indulging in public transit(sigh).
In other news: I've been neglecting to say THANKYOU to Natalie and Crystal for their presents. They are awesome and when I got them, much coolness ensued.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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