barfday

So I'm 20.
Cool
No longer a teenager

A little more wiser
A little more jaded
A little closer to the grave

Last night Colleen and Ana and I went to the cheesecake factory and to see Drag Me To Hell for a second time, not to celebrate my birth but just because and I wanted to hang out with Colleen before she left for Europe.
Ana and Colleen screamed "happy birthday Max Great Job!" when the clock struck twelve.
That was really nice of them. It made me very happy.

Today was kinda fun/ a little arduous but hopefully it's not over yet.
It was Kyra's graduation today so my family and I went down to D.C to D.A.R constitution hall where I had to sit through nostalgic bullshit "oh the memories" speeches from valedictorians and class presidents. The White House Press Secretary spoke at the graduation though which was pretty interesting. I am proud of my sister, good job Kyra.

Afterwords, we went to this really good restaurant near GWU called the Founding Farmers. It was quite delicious, yet most likely bad for my body .

I don't like throwing myself parties, so I won't have one. I think throwing yourself a party in my opinion a little attention seeking and fishing for complements, but I can also be wrong. But if someone wants to throw me a party that's more than amazing and cool of them.

Maybe I'll have friends who surprise me tonight.
Maybe
Maybe not.