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21st birthday recap.
so, first, i could not sleep for shit. i went to bed at 2:30 almost, woke up at 6. talk about a pain in the ass.
i got birthday phone calls from my mom and brother, which are always nice.
my dad came home from work, opens my door and says "Here, happy birthday, you're too old to have your presents wrapped" and hands me 2 PC games. gee, thanks a fucking lot.
i went downstairs to see if he got me a cake, he didn't, so i didn't say anything.
i was supposed to go out to dinner, but seeing as how it's the 'week of' or 'week before' the "visit" my anxiety sky rockets. plus on top of that i just did not feel good, lack of sleep and all that. so, i decided that i wanted to pick up my brother and have him come with me to get take out. it was really nice seeing him, since when he left is when my anxiety got a lot worse. we talked for a little while and made fun of my dad, which is always fun. then we went to drop him back off and on the way home i asked where my birthday cake was, my dad said "Come the fuck on, you're 21 years old, you don't need a birthday cake." To me, birthday cakes are like, the all time birthday celebration piece. i grew up getting awesome birthday cakes all my life, cakes shapped like miss piggy and kermit to rainbow brite to new kids on the block to trolls to J.T.T, etc etc. i don't really care so much about the gifts, but i always make sure a birthday cake is had for everyone else when it's their birthday, yet i always get the short end of the stick, or no end of the stick at all. my grandmother was supposed to go out to dinner with us as planned too, yet she decided to work late and didn't come home until 9pm. she gave me gifts, they were wrapped, she got me some nice sheets and a new devut cover. but then, she also got me a towel and wash clothes. not something i really wanted for my 21st birthday. i think the gift i liked the most was a Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis book. atleast she was nice, unlike my dad.
all in all it didn't seem like a birthday at all, but just another day. i guess i put my expectations too high when i already know better.
oh well. i see ryan cabrera this saturday and i'm going to my mom's house back home in maryland on sunday. i know she'll have a nice day for me.
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so, first, i could not sleep for shit. i went to bed at 2:30 almost, woke up at 6. talk about a pain in the ass.
i got birthday phone calls from my mom and brother, which are always nice.
my dad came home from work, opens my door and says "Here, happy birthday, you're too old to have your presents wrapped" and hands me 2 PC games. gee, thanks a fucking lot.
i went downstairs to see if he got me a cake, he didn't, so i didn't say anything.
i was supposed to go out to dinner, but seeing as how it's the 'week of' or 'week before' the "visit" my anxiety sky rockets. plus on top of that i just did not feel good, lack of sleep and all that. so, i decided that i wanted to pick up my brother and have him come with me to get take out. it was really nice seeing him, since when he left is when my anxiety got a lot worse. we talked for a little while and made fun of my dad, which is always fun. then we went to drop him back off and on the way home i asked where my birthday cake was, my dad said "Come the fuck on, you're 21 years old, you don't need a birthday cake." To me, birthday cakes are like, the all time birthday celebration piece. i grew up getting awesome birthday cakes all my life, cakes shapped like miss piggy and kermit to rainbow brite to new kids on the block to trolls to J.T.T, etc etc. i don't really care so much about the gifts, but i always make sure a birthday cake is had for everyone else when it's their birthday, yet i always get the short end of the stick, or no end of the stick at all. my grandmother was supposed to go out to dinner with us as planned too, yet she decided to work late and didn't come home until 9pm. she gave me gifts, they were wrapped, she got me some nice sheets and a new devut cover. but then, she also got me a towel and wash clothes. not something i really wanted for my 21st birthday. i think the gift i liked the most was a Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis book. atleast she was nice, unlike my dad.
all in all it didn't seem like a birthday at all, but just another day. i guess i put my expectations too high when i already know better.
oh well. i see ryan cabrera this saturday and i'm going to my mom's house back home in maryland on sunday. i know she'll have a nice day for me.
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