BelugA

Apologies! The reason why I haven't been blogging so often is because the nice laptop that my parents DHLed over takes motherlong to load Blogger. I can go down at 3pm then come back up at 7pm and the )#($*#)(*@#)(**&@# page hasn't loaded.

About the only thing this laptop is good at is word processing.

Anywayyyyy, my birthday is finally over, and I'm writing about it now because now no one can coerce me into a repeat of my 21st birthday. My 21st birthday was all about getting drunk. This year's birthday, I had a nice Greek dinner at home. No one cooked; it was a delivery. We had ice wine, and it was so good. And sooooo nice and lovely, the way I always thought a birthday should be celebrated - in a place far away from home, with friends.

And then David and his friend Lawre tried to repeat the 21st birthday thing by dragging me to a party, which I grudgingly went for, found the conversation all right, the drinks not so all right, went home early and slept.

Also, I wanted so badly to go for the Remembrance Day ceremony on the 11th with my poppy and all, but I overslept. Story of my life.

An "A" starts every single paragraph in this entry, and an "A" shall end it. BelugA