Accomplishments of a 21st Birthday:

Got Susie to eat at Chik Fil A.

Hugged a lot of people who mean a lot to me.

Released myself from the clutches of thinking even for one minute about homework.

Bought a whole entire brand new (to me) skirt at Goodwill for $3.75.

Changed my outfit 5 separate times.

Went to a liquor store, showed the good man my ID, and passed with flying colors.

Got my record player working in proper condition.

Successfully satisfied my party guests with the huge expectations of what I promised would be "the greatest party favor OF YOUR LIFE. I REPEAT: OF YOUR LIFE."

Took a shot and didn't spit it out everywhere.

Didn't get drunk. (Contrary to popular belief, this is not 21st birthday failure. No, my good sir. This is in fact an accomplishment.)

Responded to every "Happy Birthday Julia!" post on my Facebook wall because I'm just a total nerd like that.

Don't even have a hangover.

What up, world? I'm 21 now. And nothing has changed.

(More pictures to come later)

It's My Birthday!

I'm 21. 

Time to throw away all of my morals and get down to this real partying sort of business that I've been missing out on for so long. Can't wait to make up for lost time and get going on the party animal persona I have been suppressing all of my life.  

My personality is about to totally change. I'm going to be super cutting edge. Actually, the process has already begun-- today, I saw an old lady crossing the street and I ran up to her and pushed her down on the floor and then ran away yelling Kesha lyrics. Because I am 21. And I can. 

HACHACHA! 

YOLO! 

PARTY OVER WHERE!? 

OVER HERE. 

WOOP WOOP.  

Actually, I'm just kidding. 

This is pretty much like every other birthday where I'm excited for presents and the attention being on me for a whole 24 hours. And dinner tonight with my ladies!!!

YAY BIRTHDAYS!

The Donald

I'd like to wish a big, fat, mustachioed, chili covered, Teva wearing Happy Birthday to this wonderful dad of mine today-- without whom my life and arguably every single amazing thing in it would not be possible. You are simply one of a kind and an amazing man that I am lucky to know.

It makes me oh, so sad that I will not be with you today, but especially tomorrow for the annual Hot Doggy Don Birthday Bash, but I will definitely get some street meat here in NY dedicated to my one and only Pops.

(PS- it makes me almost equally as sad that I had to go all the way back to CHRISTMAS to find a "recent" picture of you. Lots of pics when I get home whether you like it or not!)