now 22

Well well well, today is February 8th 2010, what does that mean to the rest of the world? Six more days until Valentines Day I'm sure; but to me and my small world of friends and family, it's Milana's 22nd Birthday. And so, I thought I would update my pathetic attempt at a blog, and maybe even keep up with it.

My girlfriend attempted to surprise me with a dinner with a few of my closest friends on Friday at a sit-on-the-floor sushi restaurant I've been dying to go to. After I ruined my surprise by guessing the plans, I decided to invite my mother as the much needed sixth person to rsvp (yes, i don't even have six good enough friends; sad I know), which I later came to find out added some nervousness to a specific dinner guest.

Dinner was great and presents were even better. A couple new shirts, chocolates, a new purse, some earrings, and then the big christmas bag. Upon leaving the house, my girlfriend decided to put her gift into an XL christmas bag..odd? yes. lovable? ohh yes. So, after opening up all my other gifts, it came time for my "christmas" present. Inside the christmas bag was a smaller bag, yes ladies and gentleman, SHE WENT TO JARED! Oh was I psyched. Excited and enchanted beyond belief. Inside the golden bag was an even smaller golden box with white bow around it; yes, the next box was a leathered white ring box with nothing but the prettiest heart-shaped diamond ring in it. My eyes lit up, and as I looked at her, she soft spokenly said "it's a promise ring baby, i love you, happy birthday." She was so nervous, especially with my mother sitting by my other side, looking back, I could almost see her shaking and trying not to stutter with every word. That was that. She made my birthday the best I have ever had. It didn't even matter that my congestion and sinus pressure was so excrutiating making me not in the least bit physical shape to go out for the hookah lounging.

Saturday went by like any other day, and so did Sunday; besides of course the fact that I was sick as a dog with possibly the worst cramps known to man.

Today was a pretty much regular day as well. Slept soundly for the first night ever, woke up to about nine text messages and two missed calls and voicemails. Went here and there with one of my best friends and spent the night with my baby.

Well thats the story of Milana's 22nd Birthday experience.


Good night world,

another year, with still
99problems.




oh yeah, threw up about a gallon of spicy fries chips+mucus;
happy birthday to me.



next plan: VALENTINES DAY=SKY DIVING; one thing off the bucket list.