My Birthday
Apparently there was a big birthday party for the loud bowl-cut kid this weekend. I think his birthday was what...2 days after mine? I'm glad I didn't let anyone know my birthdate, else someone might have tried to give me a party or something.
I remember when I was little my mom tried to bring people over from my class. There was cake, and crap I didn't need. Luckily by then I'd managed to figure out how to make people leave me alone.
I don't know how Kin found out, but she did. She showed up at my dorm right before I was heading out for dinner, and dragged me out to some kareoke place. I tried to get her to take me home, but all I did was make sure that the waitress didn't come back to our table. I got thirsty. Kin, I don't know how you managed to drag me up on stage, but don't do it again.
We chose some english song, with everything in katakana. I didn't understand one word of it, but I'm sure it was stupid.