Yes darlings, it is my birthday. This means a few things--I'm a pisces and I'm probably way too old to have a webcam. My big birthday plan is to go roller skating this weekend with some of my alleged "peeps." Ever since the first time I saw Xanadu with the outstanding Olivia Newton-John--or ON-J as we like to call her--I've wanted to be a muse on wheels. I've also wanted to magically have the ability to change outfits 6 -7 times in the span of a single minute, and anyone who has seen my closet can testify that I am making great progress in that department.

Of course though, I am sick! This is the first time I have gotten sick this school year. Last year I got bronchitis on my birthday, which was only massaged into becoming an acceptable situation by the fact that they gave me codeine. So I feel kind of crappy, but I'm sure I won't remember that by the time I get my pictures developed, you know what I mean?

In other news, Fran is taking me to get cupcakes next week. Details to follow. My dad called me yesterday and said, "I suppose this means I am going to have to call you again tomorrow, doesn't it?"

My mother called me to discuss the sheets she plans to get me for my birthday (white 4.5 oz flannel). She was ordering them while she was on the phone with me and said,
"Oh look Lina, we can get them monogrammed for only $5 extra! How about 'RAW DOG'?"
Me: "Uhh..."
Mom: "Ooh or you can do three line, 45 character monogram...How many letters is, Abandon hope all ye who enter here?"
Me: "Uhh..."
Mom: "I know! "Bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve!"
Me: "Uhh..."
So I'm off to cry into my hot cocoa but if you think you can do better than sheets monogrammed with "raw dog" from my mother, check out my wishlist. Or, mail me a picture of my name written on your knuckles or something. Party.