Mad World

While, today I asked myself: What is the first thing a responsable 18 year old would do at two in the morning on their birthday? Update their blog, of course.
After buying that first shiny pack of smokes and the cursed Blackjack scratch ticket. I felt very special.
Holy shit, Fritsch. You won't believe the song I found burried on my computer.
Remember, Chtistine Diae by Scatter the Ashes? I found it. You probably won't read that until I've snapped all over the place about it.
Not much else to say, I have to get up on four hours to drive Audrey to Saskatoon for an appointment, so that should be fun. I think I'll sleep in the waiting room. They'd better have comfy chairs or I'm lodging a complaint. Or at least sitting and frowning at everyone. Because *that's* going to accomplish something.
I'm pumped: my room has an electric heater, so I'm not losing fingers to frostbite as I type.
I'm getting a tattoo soon. Josh is getting it done for my for a late birthday presant. I'm uber excited.
night lamers