My birthday was pretty good. Emotionally, much better than last year.
I was greeted with "happy birthday" from all of my family, then my mom made Perfect Pancakes while she made the cake. Oddly enough, the Perfect Pancakes was one of my presents
last year. I never did learn to use it properly, though. I took too long figuring out what to wear, and then I got makeup on it, so I was running late when Greg came to pick me up. We just went out to Henson Creek for a while, then came back to my house.
His present is gorgeous. It's a matching set of earrings, a necklace, and bracelet; all silver with little purple flowers. They're all so pretty, and the bracelet is small, so it fits better than most would. He is just so sweet sometimes. My family gave me giftcards for Old Navy (yay!) and Sam Goody/Suncoast, some yummy body spray and a relaxing CD, Hello Kitty pajamas, a light jacket,
Bringing Down the House on DVD, and a Mudd purse. I've been looking for a new purse. That one is perfect, but it's blue, and I usually go for neutral colors, so I'll see if I can exchange it for a brown one.
As a not-so-good point in the day, my hair totally wilted, so I gave up and pushed my bangs to the side. I just didn't feel like fighting today. And my cake fell apart! I was so disappointed. My mom made my favorite, fudge marble with chocolate icing (which Greg says reflects my characteristic indecisiveness), but either she didn't prepare the pan right or her bundt pan is too old, because as she was frosting it, it just started to crumble. She salvaged one chunk long enough to stick some candles in it, but then that piece fell apart, too, so we just ate it in pieces like that. It was still delicious. I've been waiting, like, all month for that cake.
Many thanks to Danelle (who called my cell), Hope, Sims, and Andra for their sweet birthday wishes. (Papa and Bridgette called to sing "Happy Birthday" to me, and my grandma didn't sing, but she did call. And I got an email from uJournal... weirdness.) Don't ask me what it feels like to finally be seventeen. (Though, come to think of it, most of you already know!) It feels just like it did to be sixteen yesterday. The only real difference is that I can see R-rated movies in the theater when I feel like it -- and not wonder if I'll get carded. I look older than I am, so I wasn't carded all both of the times I went to an R-rated movie, but still. It's less illicit now. One less thing I have to worry about, you know?
