your typical 21st

What happens when you turn 21?
Well, typically, you wake up at 5:30 after staying up past 12 to celebrate the beginning of your birthday. You walk into the kitchen to find that your sweet, adorable roommate has made you breakfast--pancakes with fruit, to be exact--and has spread goodies all over the table--flowers, a sweet card, treats (Pim's and Petit Ecolier), and FOUR PAIRS of new flats. You enjoy a leisurely breakfast with Full House on in the background, then prettify yourself.


You see the banner on the kitchen wall, the artwork on the bathroom mirror,







and the headlines on the white board.












Your roommate drives you to the art museum where you work (which is SO nice because it's colder than a cast-iron commode on the shady side of an iceberg). At work, your exhibit lighting buddy and your late-morning custodian buddy give you goodies. Later, you're bored, and because you're a freak who documents everything for your blog, you have your camera with you...so you take pictures of the Dan Steinhilber girls reinflating the exhibit of that name, and you remark to yourself that yes, that is indeed what the sign says.











You also document the "peanuts room" where the fans periodically send the styrofoam in the corner into a frenzy, forcing you to keep the tots out of it.






You go to class, come home at 1pm (!!!), listen to goofy messages from F&A and Kaci, check the mail and find presents from M&D (necklace and earrings!)











and DL (new scriptures!).









You watch some Gilmore Girls, take a nap, and wake up feeling guilty that your roommate has been working on a take-home test for hours and you've done squat. Then you go to the store because the ice cream cake and cupcakes that your roommates made and the brownies you made just aren't enough for your party. You buy ice cream and make a chocolate pie.
















You bask in the sound of 20 people singing happy birthday to you,











try to blow out 21 candles spread over 4 plates of stuff, proceed to have a sugar overload from that stuff and get into a whipped cream fight with Hope.



You play fugitive on campus, bond with your roommate for an hour over a non-alcoholic shirley temple and mango mojito, come home and crash on the couch at 1:30. Doesn't everyone do it that way? They should.

Best. Birthday. Ever.