Damn it, 64D, why didn't you submit my post?
Again?Truncated version of the blog:I am 16 tomorrowWitty comment about how I've been 15 this whole timeUpdating on Monday about how it wentParty held at family restaurantRestaurant is closing on the 23rdSad feelings about closing and the possibility of moving to MooreOther news:Wondering why I make Acid feel oldI am bad at Lunacy Star
I dunno why, but I imagined you to look like the guy in your avatar.
~ HOW MY BIRTHDAY WENT ~
Go to the restaurant, have family show up.They begin cooking enough for a small town. Okay.A friend shows up an hour and a half early. Whoops. I was on my way out to pick up my cake. Sit tight.MY CAKEHAS A COMPUTER ON ITMY LIFE IS COMPLETEoh wait it is written in times new romanI HATE YOU ALLCome back, have another guy turn up early. He makes odd comments and everybody stares.Girls show up. Girlfriend shows up last.They bring gifts despite my vehement denial of them.Food time.LOOK, A METRIC TON OF LEFTOVERSThis wouldn't have happened (as badly) if everyone I invited turned up.But no. Everyone hates me.Cake time.I hate cake. Why did you buy me a cake.Wait, computer cake, that's right.I scrape off all the icing and choke down the spongey bits.Suddenly, Filipino-Mom busts out kareoke and hijacks the party.Cue incredibly screechy renditions of Dude Looks Like A Lady and Dream On.The shame.It won't wash off.PRESENTS:2 Sketchbooks2 ink setsRubber eraserWall decorationClipboard85 dollarsTonnes of cardsA carPretty normal.We walk to Starbucks. Most hipster establishment ever, by the way.I briefly wonder how I look to the others, a giggling maniac with three other girls and acting flamboyantly, leaning on his hip the whole time.Pretty fly.The cherry on top was that I got a Naked brand juice smoothie.The girls got coffee. Yup. How manly am I?Gas station. I want candy. Cookies and cream Hersheys for me, and…. more coffee for them. Huh.We go back to the restaurant and wait for one of the girls' rides.We have an odd conversation because it's me, my family, and three girls.Yuuuup. Best birthday.A car?!
"Where is the dislike button?!?!"
Hey. Hey. Hey.That car is 13 years old and has 240k miles on it. Until we replace the door handles, our mechanic put taped screws into it.I didn't say it was a new car.Oh hush. It's impossible to dislike anything associated with me, is what this site implies.I'm just PMSing.
I need an effing car.I'd let you borrow it.
I don't have my learner's permit.^This^
:I(I've gotta stop Raging on this kid's Horribly proportionate life.)Yeah, I did nothing on my birthday.
…It was the day after that I went to the bar. My own treat though, and no, I didn't get any presents either. So high five, Rob.That was sarcasm.
*sigh