Happy birthday to me... Yup. It's my birthday. Woop dee freaking do. Oh yeah, that means I'm 19 now. *shrug* Not really all that exciting. My family hasn't been big on birthdays for a long time so it's not really something I care about. It would be nice though, if my family could make a big deal out of birthdays. Oh well. Anyways, just thought I'd drop in and say it's my birthday. Woo. Okay, so I know it's not supposed to be all about getting presents and whatever. That's not what birthdays are all about. Really I do know that. I got a grand total of four items. Four. My one of my sisters gave me a bag and body glitter. My mom gave me two movies. Isn't your birthday the one time you are supposed to get...I don't know...spoiled? I know that sounds terrible. But I didn't even get any books! Not a single one! And I almost always get books. *sigh*