It's my birthday! I can cry if I want to. Oh, I can cry if I want to. It's my birthday today!

I got up. Forgot what day it was. Then my sister came trotting in the room and exclaimed, "Happy birthday!" In total disorientation, I waved my arms in the air. Then she put a paper in my hands. "Go to the bathroom," it said.
In a dizzying move, I walked over to the bathroom. The door was closed. On the knob were the words "Open". I opened the door and on the toilet seat was a box wrapped up in the shawl of the silver dress...the dress I was supposed to wear last Saturday. Yet, inside the box, I found a prized possesion. My very own cape. Green.

Then I got a shot as a birthday present later that day. Oh and I got a nifty band-aid. :) No sticker though.

Around 7 pm, Joanna, Doreen's friend and Lydia arrived. My sis drove us to Taco Bell, where we met up with Rob and Dan. We went inside the Veteran's Hall. To my horror, there were girls and guys slamdunking themselves on the floor. There were two girls dressed in a prom dress. An anti-prom dance. How appropriate. We stayed for 10 minutes.
Afterwards, we got Jamba Juice and headed to the Lafayette resevoir. It was going to close in twenty-seven minutes, so we headed to a pier and peered over the edge. Then they sang happy birthday to me...again. Then abruptly, Joanna pointed out a dead fish floating in the water. Dan got a stick and poked it. Then Rob committed a heinous crime. He poured the rest of his Jamba Juice over the dead fish...christening him.
Fish spirits, beware.
Afterwards, we headed back to our house and they watched me eat my birthday cake. Yummy. 270 calories in all. :)

I am 19!