Tomorrow is my birthday but since I've got school (yay birthdays on Mondays) I did the family thing today, and my family once again outdid themselves.

I don't expect gifts or anything, a birthday is just the marker of 365 more survived days under my belt, but mum and dad made number 19 pretty sweet. My pride and joy, my holy book, my own Scripture, a massive, beautiful, leather bound, gold-leafed copy of the one and only Les Miserables. I'll never let it go, I swear. Those are the sacred words I've been worshipping since I knew what a story was. Sorry, Dr. Seuss, but Monsieur Hugo stole my heart.

And a pair of tickets to see Phantom in the orchestra two weeks from yesterday.


Off to pack up for school again, kiss the cover of my book a few more times, figure out what homework I didn't do, cuddle my cats, and relish the fact that my roommate moved out on Friday.

Leave some love! Sorry I don't keep up much anymore - I'm busy as hell at school.

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