Eight days?

It's eight days to my 18th as I write this. Funny, because I never really celebrated this thing people called birthdays really. It's mostly going through the motions. Then I think to myself: "What's wrong with you man!? You're turning fricking eighteen!" ... *shrug* "Meh." I suppose it just doesn't hold the same significance to me. It's a good excuse for a night out though, I'll give my birthday that much.

The other thing it's good for is getting stuff AKA birthday present from my parents. Let's see if I can persuade my dad to spend RM 6,000 on a sax. I think I've gotten a lot better with dedication, and now it's something I really look forward to every day, so I figure I might as well get a good one since it could last me my lifetime.

Now, for probably the BEST thing I've heard all week: 

Zach: [reading from Seventeen mag] Hmm... What a girl feels during her first time.

Us: [WTF?!]

Zach: Oh nevermind I already knew that. 

Oh yeah, apparently I might celebrate my birthday somehow anyways since Zach's is the on 12th, this is of course assuming I make it through French alive.

Thanks all, enjoy counting down to pi day