I had my family party on Saturday. It was really nice, although it was missing a few people, but that seems to be becoming the norm. My cousins and I played video games the whole time; Smash Bros WiiU and Mario Kart 8. The party itself was relatively uneventful, but it was nice to see so much family all together. There's been some shit going down recently that I shouldn't go into detail about, but it's been a little rough on my dad's side. It was swell to see people together and happy.
In terms of presents, I got money from most of my relatives, and a $20 Michael's gift card from one of my uncles. My brother got me five CDs: Black Veil Brides' first and latest (a.k.a. the two CDs by them I was missing) We Stitch These Wounds and their self-titled album, Marina and the Diamonds' Froot, Icon for Hire's self-titled, and Panic! At The Disco Live from Chicago CD and DVD. My parents took the cake on this one, though. For years, I've wanted an industrial piercing, and they're finally letting me get one. They're going to pay for the piercing, the starter barbell, and a gold barbell to use once I can switch it out, to keep it from getting infected.
For those who don't know, this is an industrial piercing. The jewellery used in it is called a barbell.
Today was my actual birthday. My first period English teacher got me a little card and a small bag of cookies, which I shared with my friends at lunch. During my spare, a friend of mine insisted on buying me food for my birthday, so we walked down the street and he bought me a whole medium gluten-free pizza from a local pizza place. We went back to the school and I ate three slices of my birthday pizza in the cafeteria while he had to go back to class because he skipped to buy me the pizza. I walked home from school with Rose and I've spent my evening watching some TV with my family and watching YouTube videos.
Well, I'm a legal adult now, though I don't feel like much of one. My birthday didn't even feel special, to be honest. With all the shit happening in my life, it kinda snuck up on me. The break up with Rose, school work, Rainbow Week planning, all the shit happening with my family... My birthday was the last thing on my mind. I don't feel any different. I still feel like a little kid and all that noise. Today felt like just another day. Maybe birthdays are finally losing their touch for me.
I might as well post this before the clock changes over. I really can't think of much else to say. I don't want to reflect on the past year or anything. Today I am 18 years old. I kinda felt like ass today, physically and emotionally speaking. I skipped breakfast to get to school on time so I missed my pills, and I'm so fucking drained from all the life shit.
Happy birthday to me.