Another Year Older

Yesterday was my birthday, and I am now fourteen years old.  It's interesting to think about the dynamic of birthday celebrations, and to in your own way observe the shifts in the norm.  When I was two, I doubt I realised it was my birthday, but was probably too happy to care, with the gifts and ice cream given to me.  When I was five, I would look forward to my birthday, and be unable to sleep at all the night before.  I would spend all night tossing and turning, thinking about the surprises of the next day.  That trend continued until I reached middle school.  Then I was too tired to not sleep, and didn't get quite as excited as the six year old me.  This year, I was surprised when people were announcing the fact that my birthday was next week, and I had absolutely nothing planned.  No birthday wish list, no party plans, no menu, no anything.  In fact, I didn't even decided officially what do do until the night before my birthday.  I went to bed late that night, and the next day, on my birthday, I woke up at 7:18.  For as long as I've had the choice, I've woken up at 6:22 every morning of my birthday, because that's what time I was born.  It's been tradition.  This year, I was waaaaay too tired to want to get up before 7:00.  There was no way I could wake up that early.  So instead, I woke up at 7:18, took a shower, and went to sit down to eat my delicious banana pancakes with whipped cream.  Just as I had gotten out of the shower, the phone rang.  It was my neighbor, who needed emergency babysitting and could I please help?  I volunteered to help out, because I didn't want to make life hard for the mom.  So I at my pancakes, brushed my wet hair, and walked down the street to their house.  Then I babysat a five year old and 8 year old boy for the next three hours.  It was pretty exhausting, but not too bad I guess.  Then I came back home, and my mother and I made delicious turkey-apple-chipolte-cheese-spinach-rye paninis.  After lunch, my mom and sister took my dog to the vet.  I didn't want to go to the vet on my birthday (they smell sad) so I stayed home.  My mom and sister came back after about 45 minutes, and then we had about two hours of lazy, do-nothing time.  My mom and I looked through some baby pictures of me, and then she took my sister to her yoga class.  This was about 4:30, and I was waiting for my dad to get home.  He thought he was going to be home at about four o'clock, but it seemed he was running late.  He ended up getting home at about 5:15.  Once my family had returned to me, we got dinner going, a couple of people came over, and my day sped up a bit.  Yummiful pita bread pizzas were followed by cheesecake, and luckily for us we only had one major drink spillage accident! (courtesy of me, whoops..)  We were going to go to an Aces game at seven, but abandoned that plan when it was 6:45 and we hadn't had dinner yet.  Later I got a capo for my guitar (!) a metronome for my piano, and lots of other fun stuff.  Then we watched My Girlfriend's Boyfriend (it was okaay), made popcorn, and went to bed.  And that basically concludes my day.

Overall, it wasn't too bad of a birthday.  Nothing too interesting or exciting, but who says you can only do amazing things on the day you were born??  I plan to do TONS of killer-exciting things this summer, and you just watch me ;)

Luv ya!