Ella is still awake at 530 am writing papers due… yesterday.
And in serious denial that Ang is ACTUALLY turning 21. Personally I think this is just a big misunderstanding and/or joke and am waiting for her mother to pull out a birth certificate and say “HAH jokes on you, your birthday is actually in September”.
I don’t wanna be the only baby. NOT FUNNY ANG. You are not turning 21. I repeat, you are NOT turning 21.
can’t be real.
I am going to DASH in NYC tomorrow and hopefully will spot Kim or Kourt, since they are in NY. Then going to a Yankee game to see my boyfriend Mark Textiera. Oh yeah, then turning 21 at midnight. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Writing a 10 page paper the day that it is due. Typical.
Maybe 21 will make me more wise… But probably not.
Surreal. I have been waiting for this day for forever. I used a fake id for the last time on Saturday at a club in Atlantic City. I’d say that is a pretty good way to go out.
Goodbye fake ids, being nervous about getting into bars, and having friends buy alcohol for you, and over consumption.
Hello meeting for drinks, getting old, going to all the strict bars, and probably more over consumption.
When Ella and I first started using fake ids we would be SO excited if we got into a bar. We would make sure that we had the absolute best time and live it up. Now I know I am going to get in. Where’s the fun in that?
Ecstatic/depressed at the same time.
Be as classy as Jackie Kennedy.
Be as inspirational as Audrey Hepburn.
Be as colorful as Lilly Pulitzer.
Be as confident as Marilyn Monroe.
Be as funny as Lucille Ball.
Be as sexy as Bettie Page.
Be as successful as Elizabeth Taylor.
literally breaking out in hives. i can feel the gray hairs and wrinkles coming in. AHHHHHH