Happy Birthday to Me.

My birthday is coming up. In about a week, now. I guess it's kind of nice, since all the people I know are older than me and now at least I can hang out with them again. You know, because I'm not good enough for them to LEAVE the bar in order to hang out. Other than that, I'm just kind of upset that I don't have any more milestone birthdays. Thirteen, sixteen, eighteen, and now twenty-one, it just kind of stinks that there's no other big ones left. Eh. My mom is excited now. Mostly because she thinks she can take me to Vegas. Little does she know, I don't drink or gamble, or like Vegas, so any upcoming trips are bound to be only as exciting as they were when I was ten. Bleh