I was always the last one who would consider giving someone a gift on their birthday. I'm up for a party or a stroll at the mall, but the idea would probably be at the back of my mind. But then again, this changed when I met that stooopid guy and his stupid emo hair. All of a sudden, I've been wanting to make them happy on the day he despises - formerly known as his birthday. And for this, I blame my friends who showed me the black jacket while we lost each other at the department store, squeed at it and told me that it would be a good idea for me to buy it for him. I didn't disagree 'cause I think he would like it. Also, rainy days are fast approaching and I know how much he hates the cold. So boo me for listening to the tiny details. Boo me for saving up for that lousy jacket and planning on sneaking off tomorrow to buy it. Boo me if things happen for the worst.

On a lighter note, I'm currently addicted to Glee. Cory Monteith (who plays Finn) is hot and a great singer. Definitely my kind of guy.

Current mood: Tired
Listening to: I Must Be Dreaming - The Maine