Days Go By

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-ee, happy birthday to me!

Oh my God I am twenty. That means NOT A TEENAGER. That means GROWN UP.

I don't wanna grow up!

Wah.

I Love My Mom

So, my mom came into the study last night while I was watching Power Rangers: Dino Thunder. Stop laughing.

Mom: What're you watching?
Me: Power Rangers.
Mom: Oh, okay. *sits down* Isn't that that Tommy guy you had a crush on when you were eight? Didn't he graduate from high school about ten years ago?
Me: Yes. He's a teacher now. And a Power Ranger again. Apparently the actor's real hard up for cash or trying to collect all the colors or something.
Mom: The Rangers look kind of young...
Me: Yeah. I figure if the principal wasn't evil she'd be looking into the amount of time he spends with those kids.
Mom: Which color is he?
Me: Black. And he's been green, red, and white, so I figure pink is next.
Mom: No, not pink. He'd probably have to be gay then. Yellow or blue, maybe.
Me: One of his girlfriends left him by moving to Florida, and the other one apparently left him by moving back to Australia.
Mom: Pink it is!

A few minutes later, a villain with compound eyes for his head shows up:
Me: Why does evil have such bad fashion sense?
Mom: I don't know, but if they cut down on the pyrotechnics and the costuming budget, they might be able to hire some decent writers.
Me: It's for seven-year-olds, Mom.
Mom: Then it shouldn't be showing at ten-thirty at night. And that's no excuse for miserable production values.
Me: ...I love you so much right now.l