Ah...Birthdays

Those lovely little day, once a year, where you get presents for doing nothing but being born. lol. To tell you the truth, though, I don't feel 19. Just yesterday I was only 18. Today was nice though.

Since my birthday and my last day of prison (read: high school.) are one and the same, mom bailed me out early and took me shopping. I got a couple of pretty shirts in summer colors that I can wear when I go down to Texas to visit my brother in a few weeks. I also got a necklace where the pendant is a flower, and each of the petals are a different color. Cubic zirconium may not be real diamonds, but when the sunlight is reflecting off of it, I don't see much difference. lol.

My sister bought me the first X-men, and a Josh Turner CD...which was lovely, because both gifts equal some mighty fine looking men. :-)

For my birthday dinner, mom took me to Taco Bell and let me get anything I wanted. It was mighty yummy. I don't get cake until next week on my sister's birthday...but the promise of cake is good enough for now.

My brother called to wish me a happy birthday. I was so glad to hear from him. He apologized for not getting me anything because he didn't have any money. I told him not to worry about it. I think presents are nice and everything, but hearing someone give a heartfelt "I love you" and "Happy Birthday" is better than anything anyone could ever give me.

I don't know if my dad will call. He's been known to forget my birthday before. But, regardless of whether he does or doesn't...it isn't going to smudge my day.