I'm 19 and procrastinating.

I crossed an important step this weekend: had a 19th birthday, and even better, a decent birthday (apart from the fact that I didn't leave my room until 130 and that 30,000 ppl died that day, if not more).
Yes, so birthday was filled with reading, balloon buyin, present buyin and uh.... eating. yes, that is a good summary. and laughin. and visiting afraidtoask.com... v entertainin, really.
So got some cool balloons, with piggies and horses and all those awesome animals on them... unfortunately, by this time many are deceased.
Then we got lots of food: lapin a la biere, mashed potatose, chili, squash/apples, store cake, zucchini brownies, byron's interesting-yet-very-refreshing-and-intriguing ambrosia, and ariana's apple desert (we have not yet found a name for it). so v filling. beuh. too full ::::) <-- spider smiley face :). brian was a woot again, leading to the creation of the "I Don't Know About Texas...But Brian Gonynor Is Refreshing, Gratifying And Full Of Mirth". "I bet Paris Hilton's vagina is acidic". Long live B-gonny.
Sunday, i was a total mess.... so so tired. lots of mini naps, and then a nice study station, with tea music and guinea pigs :).
ANd now... am procratinating the last two things to be done....
very intersting fact: ihave enlarged my guinea pig community to two. Cookie is a cute lil 2 yr old gp whom i cut the nails at the spca on friday nite, and hten brought home on saturday cuz i pitied her.
However, God/superior being/the spaghetti monster/thetan/Joseph Smith has decided to punish me: Daisy and Cookie refuse to get along. the dynamics are the following: daisy comes around purring like a madwoman (which she is). silence ensues, and then cookie starts chattering her teeth, followed by daisykins. Then there is hissing, teethbaring, and squabbling. I have a dead hand from seperating them.
whos the problem? daisykins or big girl cookie?
the adventure continues.