So I’m 19, now. Feels exactly the same as 18, to be honest. My birthday was good, though…spent with some friends and the boyfriend in Orlando; Islands of Adventure rocks the disquotheque like you don’t even know. Unless you’ve been there, and then you know. Maybe. If my computer wasn’t busted, I’d scan in some pictures I took over the weekend.

I noticed something about these pictures after I got the film developed. While going through them, it sounds like this:

“Um, this is Peter and Sabrina…here’s Shawn…Shawn…Shawn…all of us in front of Duelling Dragons…Shawn, The Hobgoblin…Shawn, Shawn, Shawn…Kittie, Shawn…um…Shawn…”

So all in all, a bombass weekend. Even if I did lose $5 in a bet with Peter.

Unfortunately, I forgot that God has, in her wisdom, decreed it that I can’t be too happy for too long. So she decided that the branch office of the company the boyfriend works at is going to be shut down, and all of the people working there given the option of returning to the office that they originally came from. In Shawn’s case, Orlando. Two hours away…what a pain in the ass. :\

I know that it’s nothing, in the terms of “long distance relationship-ness”, but I’m used to having him three minutes away; two streets over, three streets up from where I live. Not a long-ass trek up I-95, the most boring and ugly Interstate in the United States.

To top it all off, God broke my computer. Yup. She did. That bitch. She did something so that neither the keyboard or mouse work, and formatting, replacing the motherboard, and reinstalling Windows didn’t fix it. She better send me a new keyboard and mouse, courtesy of Dell computers, reeeeeeeeaaaaaaallllll quick, or I’ll whine and complain. See if I don’t.