It’s My Birthday And I’ll Blog If I Want To

In typical Laura Meyers fashion, I was brought home in a cop car last night.

No, not like that. I simply asked for a ride home from the bar and he gave me one. Super casual.

Anyway, I’m finally legal!! And I know I don’t usually blog on Thursdays, but refer to the title.

That being said, I’m sorry if there are any typos or grammatical errors in this post. I’m not really in a proof reading type of mood, but then again, I’m not really in any type of mood other than an I’m-going-to-skip-all-my-classes-and-lay-in-bed-until-I-get-bed-sores type of mood (Sorry to my professor who is probably reading this post about skipping class. I’m uh- sick?).



Now, I’m going to make a list of things that define my birthday as being not calm, cool or collected:

  1. I got brought home in a cop car from the bar last night as a sincere favor, but we’ve already discussed this. I’ll have to blog another time about my weird ability to convince people to do what I want…
  2. I accused people of talking about me last night when I left the room. I’m almost positive I made the entire scenario up and I’m almost positive I did it because I wasn’t getting enough attention.
  3. I wore a DARE shirt out last night. Enough said.
  4. My dad bought me a tub of Utz cheeseballs for my 21st birthday. That’s for real.
  5. My friend also brought me a sub. I mean like an actual submarine sandwich. Turkey, lettuce, tomato to get specific. What kind of sicko gets excited about a turkey sandwich present? I do.
  6. I didn’t have class until 1 p.m. and I still couldn’t make it. I’m not sure if I’m even hungover. I think I just look for any excuse to take personal days.
  7. The only time I left my bed so far today was for a breakfast sandwich. It was ah-mazing, though, so I don’t regret the energy I put into obtaining it.
  8. I haven’t showered today and I don’t plan on it. Refer to my last comment on the energy involved in ordering a b-fast sammy. Can you even imagine the energy involved in bathing?
  9. My friends have decided to upload hideous pictures of me on Twitter for the past hour. I’m scared scrolling through my timeline. When I say hideous, I mean hideous (although, I do have a small habit of exaggerating…).
  10. I have to do it all over again tonight.

So, that’s my birthday, and my life, in a nutshell. Feel free to make fun of me, because everyone else is.

And now, I am going to get ready to go to happy hour at Applebee’s because that’s what 21 and fun girls do. Ta-ta!