Why’d You Have To Be So Cute?

In… A few hours, I will be 21.

Say it with me in different languages!
English: twenty-one.
French: vingt-et-un.
Spanish: veintiuno.
Irish Gaelic: fiche a haon.
Scots Gaelic: aon air fhichead.
German: einundzwanzig
Finnish: kahdeskymmenesensimmäinen
Ukrainian: dvahd-tsyat oh-dyn
Russian: dvadtsat’ odin

21!!!!11 People are coming for dinner tomorrow. My uncle. Possibly my aunt and cousins. Erik will most likely be here too, which makes me happy.

Anyways, yes. 21! Means I can go drinking ANYWHERE in the world. Nice, huh? Plus, if I ever go to the states and want to go to a bar or a strip club, I can get in, no problems. Score.

Birthdays now aren’t the same as they were when I was a kid. Duh, right? I know, I know. I’m sentimental. I love looking at pictures of my old birthday parties, the ones where I invited all the girls in my class – boys? NO. No boys allowed. Cooties! – and it’s so weird to think of inviting 14 or 15 people over for a birthday. I haven’t had that many people at my birthday parties since I turned… 8. 9 maybe. Weird.

Oh well. I can smell my mom baking my cake right now. Chocolate fudge cake with white frosting. Exactly what I asked for. Usually, we’d do it in reverse and have white cake with chocolate fudge frosting. Not me, nope, I have to be different. Then again, they did ask what kind of cake I wanted, AND what I wanted for dinner on my birthday – for which I picked Tony Roma’s. YUM, ribs. I haven’t had ribs since sometime early this summer. I can’t WAIT.

Erik got a new laptop, and I’m buying his old one from him. He got a new MacBook Pro. It’s shiny and silvery and so slim. I want to touch it but I’m scared I’ll break it in half or leave fingerprints on it or something.

Anyways, my mom needs to borrow my computer, so I’m outta here. G’nite all!

– goodnight and go – imogen heap –