Hot Beats.

Good morning. Well. I am 18 today. How did I ring in the new year? A drag of a cigarette, and lots of karaoke. Karaoke has been my hobby lately since my parents got a Magic Mic. If you don't know what it is, its this karaoke system with an assload of songs and it scores you. So yeah. But yes. So tomorrow, partytime. But it pains me to know that I'll have a drawer-full of GOODBYE MIXES I made for people who can't make it. Seriously makes me kind of sad because I'll be stranded here with my parents' friends, an astrojump with little kids in it, and I'll have to be polite with no outlet. GRRRRRRREat. But yeah, enough about that. So far 18 doesn't seem so different or better than 17. I'm patiently waiting.

My mom is angry with me. I don't really know why this time, because I'm not mad at her. WHAT THE FUCK. Way to make me feel really happy for my 18th, family. Way to go. So yesterday all angry and sad, I went off and bought coffee and sat in my car and wrote. I wrote. And then I bought a CD to listen to. Modest Mouse. Pretty good, pretty different. But yeah. So I think that's it.

Today we ate at Elephant Bar to send Maureen off. Man, Have a nice trip, amiga. We'll be missing you stateside. BN night. Man gotta love those. And late night/early morning carousing and talking and freaking me the hell out.

Gosh, I'd be content if summer ended right here. Because its been really great so far. Better to end well than to burn out right. Anyway, I'm sleepy. So I'll call this the end of the entry. If you're reading this, check out below and see if I shouted you out.

So far this birthday sucks.