Observation #16: I don't need my mom to have a successful birthday! Mazeltov to me!
So I'm turning 19. Now what? Well I'll tell you! This is what you do:
You hang on BYUI-center basketball hoops (Believe it or not I have a picture like it but my belly showage made it inappropriate)(I guess 19 is the year you gain the hops that black people have always had)
The next thing you do is fly a kite (preferably in Idaho since it provides the best kite-flying potential)
Then you find a carousel in a random park and beg Angela Graves to to pay for you to ride the pony
You then make your roommates dress up all hott so we can take pictures at Walmart like we are Asians or something (when really only a third of us are)
Lastly (((yes I am doing parentheses again(I'm 19 get over it))This one is crucial so take notes) you need to get in your footy pajamas and put 4 candles on a half eaten cake so you can blow them out RIGHT before 12:00 of the A.M.
P.S. No you are not crazy (well I don't actually know the kind of people my blog attracts so maybe you are, but I may be able to save you some money on a psychologist if you keep reading beyond these ridiculously long parentheses) that IS Angela Graves in the top picture. Unfortunately she didn't move to Rexburg, but she did visit me for a day, and made my 19th Birthday the BEST 19th Birthday I'll ever have!
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