If You Were Here.

so while we were away I turned a year older.
yes, the rumors are true. no longer can I blast blink 182 while wearing my nirvana shirt and simultaneously complaining about how my parents suck. yup... I'm 20!
NO MORE TEEN ANGST!?
I mean really, I don't wanna talk about it... no more SNACKXXXXS after sch00l?! no more yelling about chores and auditioning for DANCE TV! tis rough, knowing you can never be qualified as a "teen" again. but it is fun quoting teens... you know on the bookface and when they twat. what the hell... I'm one bad pair of ultra white keds away from being a senior citizen**... can't wait for that movie ticket DISCOUNT!

I don't care what you say. growing older doesn't mean less presents, smaller portions, or no cheesecake at all. special screening of 'Paul'... you got it. {even if i do spill the entire bucket of popcorn on the stranger next to me....} oxford shoes {done}, floral skirts and polka dotted shirts! {CHECK!} spoiled rotten on my bdayzzz.. who am I!? a real housewife?! go 'head and give me my overpriced trashy bedazzled watch!


Ended the birthday celebration with The Graduate, Sixteen Candles, best friends, lemon bars, cheesecake, and Simon&Garfunkel. March 4th... what a freaking glorious day. And not just because it was my b-day yo. but because I felt so much love from all my friends and family that my heart nearly exploded... okay because it was my birthday. but ADMIT IT... MARCH 4TH IS THE GREATEST DAY EVAAA!

If You Were Here-Thompson Twins
{scene where Jake Ryan pulls up. did I slay your heart yet?!}

**I'm a 20 yr. old in 60 yr. old body.
except I can still run on the treadmill.
{But only when I'm watching Food network while I do it... so you decide my "real" age...}