So my birthday was saturday, and if you asked me one word to describe that day, it would be shitty, very shitty. Now why would anyone's birthday be shitty? shouldn't it be joyous and fun while your surrounded with people you love or full of presents and cake and laughter and just good times. Well not for me! Mine contained my aunts dumbass boyfriend attempting to kill himself, sitting on the couch all day, period cramps, and shitty cake. Now i feel like i should go into more detail, i woke up with my aunt and mom saying happy birthday, and i was perfectly fine then because i had no idea how bad of the day i was going to have. Then i watched tv and had lucky charms, not even like eggs and toast or pancakes. Nope just cereal. And my aunt wanted to go get her nails done, so yes i'll go, i wasn't planning to stay inside all day. So i got my nails done and my eyebrows done. We then went back home and had chicken, rice, the usual. No birthday dinner. Then eddie leaves this letter, call it his 'suicide note', if you will. But not really because he said he took 40 pills of something, but he never did. We already had bought the birthday cake, so while my aunt was coming back from eddie and the mess, my mom was setting the table, you know to take the pictures and sing happy birthday and what not. My uncle luis came too, he actually just got out of jail that day too. So we took the pictures of me looking shitty and my mom and aunt looking great for going out to a club, oh! i forgot to tell you, the day before when we arrived at the city, she went this party. Which i had no idea about, and then she went again the day of my birthday around 11. I mean my mom deserves to go out and have fun, she does works half the time. And then came time for the cake, which was probably the worst cake i've ever had. I'd rather have coconut cake then the one i had, and i hate coconut/coconut cake. The cake tasted dry, almost like it was made a week ago, and then filling tasted like whipped cream. I mean i love whipped cream don't get me wrong, but i'm pretty sure you don't use it as a filling in cake. And i love food! So if the food was good it would make me pretty happy, but it wasn't. Not at all. I got posts on my wall from fb, the only ones i genuinely appreciated were from ashley, lauren, and daisy. So that night i stayed up untill 3 or 4 in the morning which is when my mom and aunt came back actually, drunk. i then went to sleep. The next day i woke up at 9. (early, i know.) went to the living room and ate cereal while listening to my mom and aunt sound like 21 year olds about how much fun they had
and all the cute men were there. Then my mom dropped the bomb, "we're not going to time square today by the way." Now i don't remember if those were her exact words, but it's close. "what?! why?" i don't remember her response after that, something about money, which is completely understandable, if you don't have it you don't have it. But i don't know couldn't we have still gone? i mean she didn't pay for any of the drinks the last two times she went out so, what? And then she said it's fine because we were going to a bbq at letins, which was really boring, it was literally just us and this mexican lady with 4 kids. I stayed up till 3, and my mom lost her nook, we fell asleep and left the next day. turns out the nook was wrapped in a curtain, it was probably eddie, wouldn't be surprised. My mom actually thought it was luis.
So as you can see from what you read, the only partly enjoyable thing was getting my nails done and eyebrows. And i tried to appreciate that, i really did. But it's hard too when i know that i could do that any other time i wanted to. I could've done that tomorrow even. Now there's plenty of other birthday's to come, and i'll have fun in them, and do what i want. But i turned 14! i'm going to high school, and, i just, it didn't have to be the best fucking birthday in the world, just i wish something nice could've happened, insted of it being so shitty. So i guess i'm just really disappointed on how i did absolutely nothing on my birthday. Or more disappointed on how i did nothing/nothing i actually wanted too during the whole fucking weekend.