Yes, it’s a public holiday now.Everyone has to… uhh… spin on your head and wear orange clothes.
Apparently I am, as of today, Twenty-One years old.
It doesn’t make much sense.
People have asked me what it feels like to be twenty one.
Well, it’s pretty much the same thing I’ve felt every birthday.
Just getting old and more confused.
Despite my ramblings, today was a good day actually. I had to work ALL day, but my mates gave me lots of food and spoiled me. That’s all I need to be happy. Jaime made me remember that time when I had my 16 birthday at uni and he gave me a chocolate bar… I was such a little girl. I used to have a crush on him back then, and he was really annoying back then. It’s kind of cool that we ended up being good friends… gosh… he’s all grown up now. I’m so proud of him. Edgar made me an improvised cake with matches as candles. Juan bought me an ice cream but I was too full to eat it. I think I left it in the fridge at the hospital! I hope he doesn’t find it.
I ended up filled with candy like a piñata, and covered in colored paper, again, like a piñata, just to arrive home and find a huge cake. 😀
I’m going to wake up tomorrow at 4 am, older and more lost. And probably with a huge stomachache.
I got my hair straightened again last week, after a year. PERMANENT STRAIGHTENING. Last year it was awesome.
This time I got the coolest hair ever. It’s freaking long, and I got a cool fringe thing.
Except, when I washed it, it was curly again.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
I want my money back.
Hey, life’s good. Still treading, but not drowning at all.
Happy birthday to me.