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so yesterday was my twenty first birthday. i got really drunk. i am hung-over in the worst way. i've slept for five hours. my aunt called me while i was at the bar last night, and so did my grandfather. priceless. apparently ethan can't take me anywhere. i am an easily influenced drunk. i now know that ethan is the devil, and aaron and joey are his minions. my first official drink of the day was at four o'clock, skyy blue martini, followed by some sort of watermelon shot. this was at applebees with my family and ben. we then got ice cream. i was happy. came home soaked in the bathtub, and took a nap. got up around eight and started to apply my birthday whore makeup, which consisted of silver micro glitter and and a shit ton of black eyeliner. it was hot. maybe. met ethan at fitter's, and it was all down hill from there. again, ethan is the devil. i went with a plan not to drink a variety of things but rather to get one thing and stick with it. that did not work because ethan is the devil. while intoxicated i am easily made fun of because i refuse to talk with food in my mouth without putting my hand in front of it. somehow this is funny. i don't understand a lot of what happened last night, i can't explain why i licked a brick wall. i just know that at the time i found it hilarious. i am dumb. and thanks for all the happy birthday messages, that was sweet.