If you need me I'm out and on the parkway Patient and waiting for headlights Dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the Inconsistencys of my moods It's birthday time. I'm a whole 17. What the hell does that actually entail? Not much. 16 was a better year. It's the year you're no longer "kiddo". It's the year you get your permit and you get just enough freedom to feel high on life but you're still in close enough to your parents for security and you realize there's still two more years to cling to them. What happens when you're 17? Well, if you're smart and get your license before the birthday, you get to drive passed 9:00... But if you're like me and haven't been allowed to do that, there's just the priveledge of getting into movies they used to be sticklers about letting you into. That will be good atleast. Other then that, it's just one more year until I'm legal... And one year closer to being on my own. It's a little frightening really. I got some spiffy gifts though. Lots of CDs I wanted including sexeh emoness and Culture Club greatest hits. Woo! Boy George is sexy. Yeah and I got the last three mangas in the FAKE series. God, I fucking love Ryo and Dee. However, school was kind of crap. No one remembered my birthday which really shouldn't have upset me since I didn't tell anyone but eh... Brenda did though so atleast there was that and Fluffy felt bad and drew me a picture. Heh. My skirt was too short though and my hair frizzed out. Mr. Perkins asked me if I enjoy "looking like road kill", but atleast he likes my drawing and is going to help me look into art schools and write me a college recommendation. That man baffles me sometimes. Psych was hell. I'm gonna fricken strangle the lot of homophobes and sterio-typing bastards in there. I told Mr. Jaros I wanted to sign up for mock trial though so maybe I'll atleast get to do more acting through that. So yeah, that's my birthday so far... And now I'm going to go draw and eat my cereal. Ciao.