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22 march is the big birthday bash. So far, only 20 or so people are confirmed to show up, but there's still two weeks or so to pester and coerce people into celebrating the fact that i'm still alive. I've compiled about 5 hours of music for the purpose of listening to and dancing to, and aside from decorating stuff that i'll have to do the day of, that's all i really can do.

Wow, I have a headache.

I put A. in charge of the music in my room. I know, about five seconds after I proposed it I realized how weird it would be to have my ex in such an integral part of the party (the hipster room) but the fact of the matter is that since we broke up it's the best relationship i'll never have. I don't feel like I have to filter the things I tell him, or try to impress, well, anyone, now. And getting rides home on a moped is pretty super cool, I gotta say.

So, I got my bike back, but the frame is still fucked up, so I'm transportless. Hopefully it's just something simple that can be hammered out, but I need to get it fixed up anyway.... i dunno.

On the plus side? having a phone that works is the business.