*blow a noise-maker* Happy 19th birthday to me.

If you're noticing a distinct lack of enthusiasim on my part, it's because between my extremely crappy trip(and believe me, crappy is the understatement of the year here.There'll be more on that later), the snail's pace my life is currently running at, and the rampant insanity that is embodied by my family, I'm feeling pretty depressed. Even the prospect of going out to a restaurant I like isn't cheering me up, mainly because I have to choose between something that'll please everyone or something that I'd love to try but my father will hate.

Stand in awe(or disgust) of my super-emo powers!

Anyway, I'll go in detail about the trip tomorrow. I think the only reason anyone will be interested in reading about it is because it'll make their lives look sparkling by comparison. I'd do it now, but recalling it will make me feel a billion times worse than I already do. That's the last thing I need on my birthday. And yes, it was just that bad, from beginning to end. Even the plane rides were awful.

Sorry for not being more attentive with posting in journals and all. I haven't been back that long, and like I said, I've been too depressed to do much. I'll definitely make up for it.