I could give you an extremely long detailed post about how important and how different I feel today, but to be quite honest, this morning I was awoken at 6:10 with a weary “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaappy birthday to—please wake up”, and I ate eggs with ham and went to school and came back and made myself my own birthday cake.
For some reason, I’ve been taking my sixteenth birthday quite nonchalantly. It wasn’t until last night that I realized that I could remember exactly how my fifteenth birthday went down, that I became worried—my fifteenth birthday was the worst one ever, and I did nothing exciting. There went the “fun fifteen”! So, last night, at 10 p.m., nauseous at my apathetic feelings towards this birthday, I popped “Sixteen Candles”, found my Molly Ringwald hat, and proceeded to “Ommmmmm” my way to sleep.
However, Sixteen Candles didn’t help. I still wasn’t convinced I was going to have a successful day. It did, however, remind me of how much I love Anthony Michael Hall:
The Geek: [noticing the car Jake puts Caroline in] This, uh, this your car, Jake?
Jake: No, this is my dad's car. You said you couldn't drive a stick.
The Geek: This is a motherfu - ! This is a Rolls Royce, Jake.
The Geek: SO? So? I hear the grill ALONE costs five grand on this. Five grand! You have five grand? I don't have five grand!
Jake: Then don't hit anything.
The Geek: [incredulous] Ha ha! Don't hit anything.
Also, today’s celebrity's birthdays include:
- Rupert Grint (how incredibly convenient, my husband and I share a birthday)
- John Green
- Chad Michael Murray
- Jorge Luis Borges
So far, nothing’s changed. Not even my chest.
I channeled too much Samantha Baker, I guess.