I don't care, my 18th birthday is in nine days.
NINE
x x x x
DAYS
I think I'm going to take a few of my friends to Eugene for the Saturday after (the 16th is a Thursday and alot of them have school), and I want to see my brother and sister. But what I'm reeeally excited for is that I may've swindled my way into getting my first tattoo as a present. So-- fingers crossed, I really hope that nothing comes in the way of that.
People kind of forgot about my sixteenth and seventeenth birthdays so-- this is the last one I plan on having to plan.
Trying to keep excited. ♥
Also, my name-change paperwork will have gone through on the 21st of this month, meaning that I will be legally documented as Pan Serban by the end of the month. About fucknig time, I know - Kyle Felix Alexander Purkerson is a bit of an embarrassing mouthful when you're stood in the doctor's office trying to tell them who you are and they then proceed to fill in the gaps by calling you "Kyla" and you're like "yeah okay--, who?"
So there's that, and once that's all sorted, I can FINALLY start filling out these job apps that I've been practically hoarding. Fingers crossed that I'll actually be able to get a few interviews and not have an anxiety attack and be like, "Um, yes! I am Pan, that's p.a.n, and I work good with the people and am clean please hire me". I'm shit-scared because I live in a Uni town and don't have my highschool diploma, need to schedule a meeting with a woman from the school board in order to learn what's required to pass the GED test, and so on. I'm scared, gotta stop being scared, have loads to do.
