But after 50, there's always 51

So, I wish I posted every day. A little log of what happened each day. But I don't, inevitably when I sit down at my computer to do my finishing touches in the evening... I end up doing something else, like writing whole chapters of the next romance novel I thought up. It's good. They're fun to write. I was reading a couple, and some of them were really great, and then I started reading this one called whitefire. Sick. Not only was it very lacking in taste, the writing was terrible. So it spurred me to write my own, since I'm a much better writer that that person was. So yeah, don't be surprised to see me on one of the top bestseller lists for that soon! Haha.

So today is my birthday! Woohoo! The last of my teens. Creepy. And I have to clean my room up and babysit today. And Elizabeth and Jennifer don't get back till 7:00 anyhow... so my party starts late. Whatever, I'll cut my sleep for one night. I'm only inviting four people... and I would like to invite more (ryan (: ) but I haven't seen some of my girlfriends in almost a year, so it's going to be one long giggle fest. So whatever.

Well, till later.