Birthday Confessions

First off, let me just say that I don't really like birthdays. You get your hopes up that your day will be fun and then BAM. Your day just sucks. Or at least half the time anyway. Don't get me wrong, I mean it's great that we celebrate the day we broke free from the womb. It's liberating. But... for me, I rarely have a good birthday. It's kind of hit or miss thing for me I guess. Birthdays just make me think of that time back in the day when you were five when all you wanted was a pony. But you woke up that morning and SURPRISE! No pony. That was a big deal.

My mom was trying to make me feel better about my birthday's uneventful-ness by saying "you know when you get older birthdays won't matter so much." Thanks mom, but even though I'm not a teenager anymore, I still like to have fun! And it's not like my birthday was on a Wednesday or a day when everyone has school/work the next day. It was a Saturday... the day when you're supposed to have PLAY TIME!

My day went like this:
* Got up and started cleaning my house.
* Birthday dinner got canceled and changed to birthday lunch therefore making my Saturday night BEREFT of plans.
* Cleaned my house so I could show it to a prospective renter.
* Showed my house to a girl who will hopefully rent it.
* Sat at my house... while my roommate was asleep.
* Sat at my house... while my roommate studied.
* Sat at my house... and called my dad to tell him birthdays suck.
* Sat at my house... and replied to every single birthday message someone sent me on facebook.
* Sat at my house... and texted everyone in my phone within a 1 1/2 hour radius to see if anyone could play. ...They couldn't.
* Sat at my house... and got a call from my mom who told me it's okay because birthdays aren't really important when you get older.
* Sat at my house... and talked to Katie on the phone. *HIGHLIGHT* of the night.
* Drove to Walmart to buy myself cake and ice cream because no one else did.
* Sat at my house... stuffing my face with cake and ice cream and talking to Katie.
* Went to bed at 10:00pm.
Aren't birthdays fun?
..I didn't even take any pictures from the day... and you all know how I love to take pictures...

Yesterday really made me miss Dallon. He wouldn't have forgotten. Last year he was trying to hard to be the first person to wish me happy birthday. It's the thought that counts... even though Dayton came running into the room and beat him by literally three seconds! I miss Dayton too. I had the best friends last year. :)
Gah. But really you have no idea how much I miss Dallon. It's day 284 today. Not that any of you care... because I don't think anyone (if anyone) who actually reads this ever met Dallon. Which is quite unfortunate. I know I haven't known him nearly as long as some of my other friends, but you know when you meet someone and you instantly click? You meet and all of a sudden you're best friends. That's how it was with Dallon. Only 446 more days. :) And I can't wait!