Thursday, October 1, 2015

My Very Un-Birthday-Like Birthday

I really need to get my posts in order asap...

If you thought that I would hide this post way down below all my other posts, and decided to scroll down because of it, good for you, wise one.

Anyhoo, this will be a relatively short post since, like I mentioned up above, it wasn't very birthday-like, therefore, nothing much to report...anyways, on with the post.

On September 29, 1999, I was flung into the universe, and as of September 29, 2015, I was officially sixteen years of age.  Crazy, right?

Much to my dismay, turning sixteen wasn't all as exciting as I thought it would be.  All we did was go to my grandma's house and cut this fruit cake my mom bought at T&T.  No big deal.

Unless you count the very sad fact that my parents were having their "issues", so my dad was too upset/indifferent to come and celebrate my birthday with me.  I suppose I will remember this betrayal for all of eternity, or for the next few weeks at least.  The evidence would be in the multitude of pictures that were taken.  Not a single one had my dad in it.  Unless he was there in spirit or something, which would be freaky.

I didn't get many presents either. 

Sad, eh?

My parents still owe me my last year's Christmas present, but I haven't really decided what it is that I want yet, so I guess I'll be adding another present onto the list.  I think I'll save it for something bigger, no?

I always thought that turning sixteen would be like an unveiling, where you would suddenly be aware of the world around you, and see everything in a different light.  I was wrong. 

Oh wells, I'm too lazy to bother inserting a picture prompt asking for your comments, so I'll just type it out...

"How was your last birthday like?  Any excitement?  How was your sixteenth birthday, if you've turned sixteen already?"

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