wishing I was cool

So a very curious few of you want to know what I did on my 19th birthday.
This picture explains it all:

Beside the fact of writing/recording most of the day, it settled down with a nice, home-made cake topped off with a football Dr. Pepper. The cake was strawberry, and the bowl it was baked in was made out of bit and pieces of love. The Dr. Pepper...well...the ingredients are on the can if you want to know what that's made out of.
The dog, her name is Penny. She's very annoying. But she kept scratching my leg with her Wolverine-like nails, so I picked her up for the best seat in the house.
My cat Jack Benny was MIA at the moment.

And the stuff behind me, well...the most I know about it is that it's

easy to knock over and very breakable.

Afterwards I went and got myself a suit, because I think 19 is a great time to treat yourself to a new suit. And if you're a girl reading this, new shoes.

I think I crawled into bed early and just sat and thought about the nothingness of things. Nothing too special really. But I think this year around was a more mellow, easygoing selective than the usual birthday bash.