hello. it is my birthday. i am 19. but i am telling everyone i'm 22, because that is what my fake id says. we celebrated last night because it is lame to celebrate being 19 on sundays. i only threw up twice, and both times i made it to an empty bathroom, so i was spared embarrassment. until i told aaron that i had thrown up and he shouted, "morgan puked!" that was embarrassing. now we are going to go have coffee. the end!