It's my birthday! I'm 23 years old now. Dang...I'm getting old.

Anyways, I had a fun weekend...well, starting on Thursday. A bunch of us (SOM people) went out to dinner, and then we went to IBA for some karaoke. They're so goofy. David oppa made me cookies (can you call those cookies? They're more like cupcakes, but not really...hmm..), and brought me presents. Isn't that nice? And Stephanie bought me all sorts of neat things for my bathroom (I think she's trying to tell me something). Whitney brought me tulips and got really drunk. Hehehe...

On Saturday, we basically did the same thing, except with different people, AND we went to Jocks & Jills to watch the DIRTY BIRDS beat the crap out of the Rams. That game was out of control. GO FALCONS!

The most entertaining part of that evening was when Kimberly decided to teach Andrew how to dance. Yeah...it was fucking hilarious. They decided to have the dance lesson in the middle of this bar, with all these Mexicans watching. The lesson was cut short by the lady at the counter telling us that our room is ready. I don't think she wanted to see any more of that going on in her bar.

Today is officially my birthday, and I've had a pretty good day so far. I woke up, had some tea, watched the news; Gloria finally got her fat ass out of bed and made me breakfast (bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes...I promise I'll go on a diet after today), and later, I have to teach, and then I'm going to have dinner with Andrew. I wonder what he got me for my birthday...hmm...