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Damn, I had a good time!
My birthday started about three hours before it actually was my birthday. My friends took me to Aladdin's, a hookah bar, where we sat, drank tea, ate baklava, smoked hookah, talked about religion, watched the Micheal Jackson memorial, and had a very good time. At midnight, they sang Happy Birthday to me and I got free chocolate cake. And immediately afterwards, they played the Aladdin soundtrack over the loud speakers. We all sang and got up to dance to A Whole New World. I've never waltzed before. It was a lot of fun.
After I woke up the next morning, (dodging a sign strung up over my doorway, reading 'Happy 20th, Jerkface') my sisters fed me blueberry pancakes with awesomesauce (read: blueberry syrup). My youngest sister set about making a double batch of snickerdoodles for my birthday present as I replied to an electronic card I received from my family in France, something that never ceases to make me smile. Replete, I lounged around the house until my mother took me UNDERWEAR SHOPPING!!!!
This may not sound very birthday-ish or exciting, but I was thrilled. I'd not done a big underwear shop since before I went to France, so it was a bit overdue. Wandering from store to store, my mother and I found enough attractive (and fitting!) bras and underwear for me to wear a new pair every day of the week! YUSS.
In between stores, we stopped at Starbucks, where I sucked down a Mocha Frappachino and ate la madeline. La madeline is a cookie that I made in France and ate with great relish, covered in whipped cream. Very decadent, and I got to indulge this birthday. I was a happy camper.
After a long day of shopping, we went home and threw ourselves into preparing my birthday dinner (!!!!). The menu consisted of inch-thick grilled steaks, grilled baby bella mushrooms, baked potatoes, homemade bread sticks, broccoli, and for dessert, Zebra pudding. Zebra pudding is kind of a pudding, kind of a cake. You take Famous chocolate wafers, butter them (metaphorically) with heavy whipping cream (well beaten), and stick them together, standing them on their edge. Once you achieve the desired size, you frost the entire confection with the rest of the cream and top it with chocolate shavings, raspberries, etc. Once it sits, the wafers get so soft, it's impossible to tell them from the cream, creating an interesting and delicious zebra pattern. It's always been my favorite (and is criminally easy).
After dinner, my family gave me the remainder of their presents. From my brother I received new wrist braces (important!), from my sisters I received a great rainbow-zebra shirt and the Papercut Massacre album (!!!!) and snickerdoodles. My mother gave me underwear, which fit perfectly! a greatcoffeetea mug with "Go Away" written on it in every possible way, chocolate, AMAZING raspberry Earl Grey tea (Zhena's Gypsy Tea, I might add), and a demon USB drive. No, really. It's a USB drive shaped like a demon. He's so cute... And my father, amazing man that he is, gave me an external hard drive, something I desperately needed. I named it Jim (yes, because I could then yell, "Dammit, Jim!"). I got a "Happy Birthday" call from my grandparents, too!
After dinner, we played Name That 80's Tune on the DVD player, which seemed to consist entirely of videos from Wham!, Cyndi Lauper, and Duran Duran. Well, I say "80's," you say "too much hair."
All in all, I had a simply decadent birthday, in which I was spoiled rotten with good food and a lot of fun with my family and friends. And, as my mother said, "We're both feeling a lot better than we were, twenty years ago." True dat.
This morning, I got up, put on my assult-and-battery eyeliner, and went forth to go get interviewed. Which didn't actually happen... I spoke to the manager of the gas station, who remembered my name having crossed her desk, and told me that someone would call me for a more in-depth interview. I was like, "Okay, then!" I'm not discouraged, as she now has a face to put with my name, and she is now aware of how bloody close I live to this place. Transportation to work is not going to be a problem. Ah, well. We'll see.
In the meantime, I now am looking at the mass amounts of birthday wishes gifted to me via Facebook and laughing. I didn't think I knew this many people!
My birthday started about three hours before it actually was my birthday. My friends took me to Aladdin's, a hookah bar, where we sat, drank tea, ate baklava, smoked hookah, talked about religion, watched the Micheal Jackson memorial, and had a very good time. At midnight, they sang Happy Birthday to me and I got free chocolate cake. And immediately afterwards, they played the Aladdin soundtrack over the loud speakers. We all sang and got up to dance to A Whole New World. I've never waltzed before. It was a lot of fun.
After I woke up the next morning, (dodging a sign strung up over my doorway, reading 'Happy 20th, Jerkface') my sisters fed me blueberry pancakes with awesomesauce (read: blueberry syrup). My youngest sister set about making a double batch of snickerdoodles for my birthday present as I replied to an electronic card I received from my family in France, something that never ceases to make me smile. Replete, I lounged around the house until my mother took me UNDERWEAR SHOPPING!!!!
This may not sound very birthday-ish or exciting, but I was thrilled. I'd not done a big underwear shop since before I went to France, so it was a bit overdue. Wandering from store to store, my mother and I found enough attractive (and fitting!) bras and underwear for me to wear a new pair every day of the week! YUSS.
In between stores, we stopped at Starbucks, where I sucked down a Mocha Frappachino and ate la madeline. La madeline is a cookie that I made in France and ate with great relish, covered in whipped cream. Very decadent, and I got to indulge this birthday. I was a happy camper.
After a long day of shopping, we went home and threw ourselves into preparing my birthday dinner (!!!!). The menu consisted of inch-thick grilled steaks, grilled baby bella mushrooms, baked potatoes, homemade bread sticks, broccoli, and for dessert, Zebra pudding. Zebra pudding is kind of a pudding, kind of a cake. You take Famous chocolate wafers, butter them (metaphorically) with heavy whipping cream (well beaten), and stick them together, standing them on their edge. Once you achieve the desired size, you frost the entire confection with the rest of the cream and top it with chocolate shavings, raspberries, etc. Once it sits, the wafers get so soft, it's impossible to tell them from the cream, creating an interesting and delicious zebra pattern. It's always been my favorite (and is criminally easy).
After dinner, my family gave me the remainder of their presents. From my brother I received new wrist braces (important!), from my sisters I received a great rainbow-zebra shirt and the Papercut Massacre album (!!!!) and snickerdoodles. My mother gave me underwear, which fit perfectly! a great
After dinner, we played Name That 80's Tune on the DVD player, which seemed to consist entirely of videos from Wham!, Cyndi Lauper, and Duran Duran. Well, I say "80's," you say "too much hair."
All in all, I had a simply decadent birthday, in which I was spoiled rotten with good food and a lot of fun with my family and friends. And, as my mother said, "We're both feeling a lot better than we were, twenty years ago." True dat.
This morning, I got up, put on my assult-and-battery eyeliner, and went forth to go get interviewed. Which didn't actually happen... I spoke to the manager of the gas station, who remembered my name having crossed her desk, and told me that someone would call me for a more in-depth interview. I was like, "Okay, then!" I'm not discouraged, as she now has a face to put with my name, and she is now aware of how bloody close I live to this place. Transportation to work is not going to be a problem. Ah, well. We'll see.
In the meantime, I now am looking at the mass amounts of birthday wishes gifted to me via Facebook and laughing. I didn't think I knew this many people!
for now, I'm: 
cheerful
cheerfulon the tape deck: Parabola, Tool
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