Recently, though, I did make some decisions about how to change one aspect of my life from being super crappy to only sort of unfortunate. So maybe I will write about that sometime.
It was my twenty-first birthday a couple days ago, and my younger sister's two days before that. (Although I guess we are not Capricorns anymore? Or maybe we are? Who really cares.**) She turned eleven, and look at what we made her:
|I almost busted a cap trying to get the envelope to work with the printer. I am not very crafty.|
If anybody told me that an owl left this*** on our porch for me when I turned eleven, I would have cried a lot more as a kid. First because I would be so happy, and then after that because on September 1st I would find out it was a fake.
You know, I kind of hope, in a strange way, that 2011 continues to be something of a letdown. I can just get all the crappy stuff out of the way this year, so that 2012 can be KILLER.
*There were so many caps in that sentence I almost had a conniption.
**I think I do. Secretly.
***In case you've never read Harry Potter, it's an acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the school HJP goes to. Now GET OFF MY BLOG.