21

So, what's the deal with 21st's anyway?
Why is the age 21 so important?
It's just another number. Why not celebrate 22 or 43? What's the big deal anyway?

Anyway, it's my 21st coming up*.
And I have to celebrate it in some way**.
Some ideas:

• Restaurant. Breadstix? Nah, too far. A local one? Mayhaps. Taco Bell? OMG KAREN YOU'RE SO STUPID I CAN'T GO TO TACO BELL I'M ON AN ALL-CARB DIET.
• Murder mystery party. My mum's idea. I'd come as Sherlock, of course. Or I'd be Watson and just sit there saying, "F*CK YOU, I WON A BAFTA." Hahaha omg wut.
• Picnic at le horsey races. Also my mum's idea. I'm not a big fan of horses, unless they are on a shirt as a carousel. I spend way too much time watching Glee, hahaha wut.
• Party at the Murder House. With an added serving of Tate!
  
• A party like the one Rachel Berry had on Glee. There will be red solo cups, drunkenness, spin the bottle, and me dueting with Blaine. Yay!

Fun!
Yeah okay, I'm bored. :P
Deal with it.
All you stalkers can come. You're so skilled at stalking, I don't even have to tell where I'm having my 21st. :D

*March 6th, for those of you that care. Not that anyone reads this. Still. A present would be nice. I live at 221B Baker St. Send some flowers and Daisy Thomas. kthx.

**Unfortunately, sitting in my room eating ice-cream isn't celebrating. :(