Tomorrow's my 18th birthday. I don't think I'm celebrating it though. Kinda sad. Uhhhm...Oh, Montreal Friday-Saturday with French Club. Jarrod and I are going to rock this trip like this trip has never been rocked before. And not speak French because...well, Jarrod doesn't know how, and I won't feel like it. OKAY BYE. NO WAIT! Bright Eyes is in just eleven days. AHHHHH. Marggi and I are going and it's going to be so amazing. Gollygollygollygollygoshhhh. I hope my car doesn't die on the way there. I must convince Mom to let me take hers even though the muffler's in rough condition and it makes it sound like a horde of barbarians on horseback is following me.