I'm not really feeling that amazing, but it was between that and "angelic"...pfft. My birthday was alright. About six guys came over to my house and we basically...we drank. A lot. Jeff's friend Alan livened up the party by pulling a new drinking game out of his ass called "beer hockey". It lasted hours. We held off the cake for James and he didn't show up, so we pulled it out at about 4 in the morning. No one left until 6. Vance puked all over the back porch and then Alan passed out on the couch. God, it was so much fun. I don't need other females to have fun or to feel accepted. Besides, it would have taken all the attention off of me. I got a nice tv for my birthday. My boyfriend bought me some perfume and a this talking statue of Brian from Family Guy that goes on the dashboard. Other than that everybody else bought me beer. I had Natural Light coming out of my ears. Thanks you guys for such an awesome birthday. I love all of you.