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From DevArt:

So I hit the big Two-Oh as of the 4th. Whoop de doo. It doesn't mean much when people are out there drinking illegally and whatnot, but, whatev. I always saw 18 as "you barely qualify," 19 as "A step up, but nothing special," 20 at "Hot damn, almost there," and 21 as "Welcome to the world."

Anyway, the "At 20, still such a kid" (here )deviation goes further into my birthday fiasco.

That out of the way, SWEET JESUS, THE PS3 IS SO AWESOMELY CHOCOLATE. I got the slim a week before it was available (fuck year pre-order), and I gotta say, I'm happy with my purchase. It was so hard trying to figure out if I wanted a PS3 or a 360, but I went with PS3 and, wells, I'm enjoying it. At the moment, borrowing BlazBlue, and Team Fortress 2 (TF2 on PS3? Yeah, shtsux) are so much fun! Arakune's my main on BB, and I'm a BONK! man on TF2. Good stuff.

There's not much else. Little things here and there in my day-to-day life that's not worth writing about, but I'll draw some more eventually, I've jus been sidetracked by the PS3. ('w' )

OH YEAH!

Take Your Pick 2 (here)! The first one, here. But now, I want DevArt to make the selections! SO... gonna upload the first part and set up a poll.

Please vote! ('o')

From DevArt, from the artist comments of the pic posted:

Let me explain.

It's been several months since my gf broke up with me. I'm still pretty upset about it. If it weren't enough that she cheated on me a week prior to the break up, the fact that other people kept suggesting that she'd dump me might be. If that's not enough for you, she kept all our friends, since they all go to her college (I was always an outsider that, from the start, was there just for her), and thus, they don't really bother with me until I come to an arm's length of them.

Needless to day, I felt pretty lonely.

But luckily, I had made some solid bonds with some of our mutual friends, and I've slowly become a a regular part of their group, as sparse meetings as they have. Another good bit is that I've slowly started to get back some of my friends that I've lost much contact with as they were a major part of my ex's group (the references they all make to my ex and her bf and her shenanigans are little barbs I have to suck up and deal with... but hurt all the same).

So, when my birthday came up, I didn't expect much. It was drastically different from last year. Last year, I had such plentiful friends, albeit strained. This year, aside from 4 people, not counting my mom, no one else gave me a "happy birthday" until I told them what today was.

I admit, my fault, I always find it hard to tell someone my birthday is coming up, 'cause I have pretty damn low self-esteem to the point I don't think I'm worth a damn remembering. So, of course, they said "oh, didn't know! Happy birthday!" and I was happy, but being who I am, I knew the workings behind it and their congrats felt dull and forced.

But then these guys, the group of people I hang with once a week, if I'm lucky, gave me a surprise birthday party (well, jus the cake and the song) and, being the wreck I am inside, I was glad they did it, but I had so many mixed emotions then, and still do, that I dunno... it's like I appreciate that so much, and at the same time, I hate myself that they went thru this trouble for me.

I'm sure everyone that I knew during my time with my ex has a reason they don't talk to me anymore (fuck you facebook. Jus because I'm not on facebook doesn't mean I don't exists anymore), but, of course, no one talks to me, so I don't know anyone's story.

But, I'm 20 now. As of the 4th. yay.