feisty.

i was so grouchy this morning. i mumbled grouchy things while waking up to my grouchy alarm clock, walking down my grouchy stairs, at grouch o' clock this morning.

simply because i'm anxious that this weekend will be my birthday weekend, and i requested PTO for monday so i don't have to tumble into bed at 7:00 p.m on my birthday. the strangest thing is that i can't fathom making extensive birthday plans this year, or having an elaborate party. but i'm awfully excited to be turning 20 this year, which seems to be way past due anyway.

i get mixed signals when i announce i'm only 19. for the most part, people assume i'm much older (although i look young) because of my personality and my maturity, but i am literally the youngest employee at my job at the news station. on the other hand, a realtor came into my room at by surprise a few weeks ago (i forgot she was coming) to view and appraise the house i used to live in. she flung open my door, and bluntly asked "what are you doing in here? shouldn't you be in school? what are you anyway, 12? 13?" that was a stunning number. i'd like to pretend that i'm not feisty, but i must admit that i wanted to punch her in the face and bluntly state right back to her that contrary to her belief that i should be on a school bus somewhere, instead, while she was sleeping in her permanent makeup and rollers, i was editing the morning news she had watched on television while drinking her starbucks that morning.

i need to go home and eat some cereal, and recompose myself.