I couldn't hope for a Birthday as wild and memorable as the movie for which my title gets its theme.(if I have to tell you, you're dead to me) I started my birthday amongst friends, with a lovely serenade played by some semi-intoxicated guys on guitars. Im looking forward to a day with my family, this being my first birthday spent at home in nine years! How crazy is that. I am used to falling asleep long before the clock strokes midnight, in my bed at Camp Longhorn, but I guess I should get used to this. I won't spend my day running around the chow hall or campfire. I won't get 12 package slips or wear a crown. I won't get told happy birthday by hundreds of people, it won't be what I am used to, but I hope it will be special. Fort Worth has not exactly impressed me as of late (nor the people who occupy it), but I would like to think people aren't as selfish as they seem. Every year for the past 3 years it seems I have had "the best birthday ever," so I am hoping that this one will surpass it, though I wouldn't bet on it. I know I sound like a Debby Downer, but its hard to compare to a Camp Birthday! Although I don't think my parents could forget my birthday like poor Molly Ringwald's do in 16 Candles, I certainly don't think I could achieve the romance that she does. (I can dream though) So feel free to prove me wrong, I only have 22 and a half hours left.
xoxo,
ACE
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