UNFORTUNATELY I TURN 17 THIS SUNDAY, I WILL OFFICIALLY BE DEEMED OLD AND I WILL PLUNGE FURTHER INTO ADULTHOOD THAN THE 15-16 TRANSITION LAST YEAR. MY LIFE IS VIRTUALLY OVER BUT I MIGHT AS WELL COMPILE A MAKE-BELIEVE BIRTHDAY LIST SINCE I WON'T HAVE A PARTY EITHER.

Canon Rebel XSi.
Lensbaby Composer with aperture kit and necessary Canon camera adapters.
A new lenscap for my Holga.
A set of Prismacolors for doodling.
A fisheye lens for Canon cameras.
Tripps, why not.
A nice button down jacket.
A nice bag that doesn't scream designer bull.
Yellow powder eyeshadow that ACTUALLY WORKS.
Skinny jeans that fit me and won't stretch out in 2 seconds.
More of those wet erase markers.
CD's: Anchor and Braille; last 2 Paramore/Breaking Benjamin albums, MSI.
A yellow Vespa LX50/motorcycle license.
Drivers ed classes.
A check card.
Money. Always money.
Mylove. >< jkjk.
ANYTHING at Betsey Johnson. Like the bag with the phone on it.
A 6-point star filter that ACTUALLY FITS ONE OF MY LENSES. (pref. my 75-300 mm. telephoto zoom)
Lox, lol.
A bottle of JONESCREAMSODA, or several.
A mango.
White chocolate anything.
A box of vanilla latte mix.
Eye glitter stuff.
Cream concealer that doesn't get all gross on your face.
A nice necklace or five.
One of those floppy knitted hats, in mustard yellow or black.
LG Dare. My phone has seen better days.
HP mini laptop with the swirlies, or something with 3G.
SEWING MACHINE.
Krazy glue.
Higher SAT scores/college acceptances/grants.
Gift cards to stores like Targetlol, Bestu Buy, Delia's, etc.
A NEW PAIR OF CHUCKS, PREF HIGH TOPZ SIZE FO'.
A dad in remission kthx.


One can only hope anyone remembers how "important" Sunday is.