Birthday stuff.
Nov. 27th, 2005 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ivyetteI turned 18 on Thanksgiving, as you all know.
My family is kind of weird. We're not holiday people- we never really celebrate holidays in any kind of ultra-special fashion. Unlike many people I've heard of, my parents would never think of kicking me out of my room to accomodate some random family member they don't even like. And my grandparents just kind of hate everyone. And also, my father works on every major holiday except Christmas Eve (he works Christmas day, though.) That's why holidays are very quiet, nothing-special affairs. Thanksgiving is possibly the least well-celebrated of the celebratory holidays, because my family resents the big fuss people make over how much food will be served. In my family, dinner often consists of a whole chicken with all of the trimmings. I mean, why not? Unlike many families, my family prefers real food over processed stuff, at least for dinner. This Thanksgiving was more eventful than usual because it was my birthday (I get my birthday off from school a lot because of the days it tends to fall on) and it was a nice affair.
I decided that because it was not only my 18th birthday, but also a holiday, that I wanted my boyfriend there and I would not take no for an answer. My parents are kind of awesome, so of course they didn't even think of saying no. My birthday week started out with OMGRENT on Wednesday, so I was already in the IT'S MY BIRTHDAY I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT mood by the time my actual birthday came. I wanted lasagna, but this year they wanted to be traditional for once and eat turkey. Well, my mother cooked this year, and she decided that a turkey was kind of a stupid idea since only five people would be eating, so we had chicken, stuffing, sauteed mushrooms, cranberry sauce, and my lasanga. I like it meatless as well as veggieless and also with half the normal amount of cheese, so my mother made meatballs and sausage to go on the side to compensate for my weird tastes. My mother's awesome. She also made apple and pumpkin pies, and we got a birthday cake from Publix. I think next year I'll ask if I can have it iced totally in pink. It was a white cake with cannoli filling (weird, yes, but SO GOOD). After dinner, my grandparents left and the boyfriend and I watched Finding Nemo with my mother. He slept over (IN THE LIVING ROOM, minds out of the gutter, for Pete's sake) because the next day was the really good part of my birthday.
We went to Cypress Gardens. It was my third trip, but the last time I was there was for my 11th birthday. It's changed a lot since then, but the flowers are still pretty and the water skiers are still amazing, and the shows are still corny. Also, the aviary had fewer birds. This was sad; I love birds. They had lots of Christmassy stuff, which was sweet.
We saw a Christmas ice-show, which seemed very pointless, but they were very talented and also had pretty costumes. Also, you just haven't lived until you've seen Santa Claus in a sparkly white suit ice-skating and doing the Micheal Jackson moon-walk thing with weird arm movements. He also juggled. We stayed there as late as my parents would let us, because I didn't want the day to end. It was a little boring, but also exciting to be out of the house looking at pretty things and chilling out with my excellent boyfriend AND my parents. Both of them! How weird is that? My father's usually walking. Theme parks usually make me hate humanity, but it seems like the stupid took a holiday and stayed home. It also wasn't as ridiculously crowded as Disney tends to be. I want to be a Cypress Gardens Southern Belle when I grow up, because it's like being a Disney princess except I think you don't have to do anything other than stand there. And possibly give directions. The food is good, too, but I think if I worked there I'd get so unbelievably fat on their French Fries and chicken tenders it wouldn't even be funny. Boyfriend stayed over again, and then we spent Saturday being upset at the prospect of him leaving. Pathetic? Yes. Oh well.
Presents.
Two rings from amerimark.com. I really recommend going there; everything is so cheap. One was goldtone with red, white, and blue crystals (because it was fake, I don't mind wearing it to school) and the other was onyx with a white crystal star. (The website has pictures, which I'll show later.) Also from AmeriMark, a magnetic string of beads that you can make your own bracelets and necklaces out of and stuff. It's really awesome. It came in a little blue mesh bag, which is cute. I got a discontinued Maybelline lip gloss from them (one of their features is that they sell discontinued items, and also leftover promotional items, like unused perfume testers) and a set of 12 "mood" lipsticks. They're pretty; two each of green, purple, fushia, bubble-gum pink, orange, green, and blue, and they really do change color while you're wearing them (I put on the blue, and it went on as a pretty shimmery pinky purple and came off as a deep fushia).
My mother gave me a statuette ("It matches the living room!") with one of those sappy things on the back that are designed to make you cry. (It did.)
My grandmother gave me a really soft robe thing (YAY WARMTH) and a cross thing with my birthstone in it. I really don't understand the whole cross thing, since we're the most unreligious Catholics ever (I never made communion, or whatever, and we don't go to church) but, you know, it's the thought that counts.
One of the things I've been dying for for years and finally thought to ask for was rose gold. I mean, I'm really big on the whole PINK!!!!1111~ thing, and it just makes sense that rose gold would be my favorite. Unfortunately, it's not very popular- you see it all over in tricolor pieces, but not really by itself. So my mother got me a ring with hearts on it, reminsicent of the silver ring I used to have that my grandfather made years ago that he gave to me and I lost in the Citrus Park Mall. I STILL cry over that ring (my grandfather died) and this one just makes me so happy.
But all of that jewelry I knew about, except the gorgeous chain and pendant my mother got me. Rose gold > all other gold.
Then yesterday the mail came (but I got it at like, 11 o'clock at night since we were out) and my mother's friend Diane had sent me this TINY TINY TINY OMG RING with my birthstone on it. I don't even know what it's called, just that it's TEENY, and not meant as an actual, you know, ring. It couldn't even fit on my parakeet's leg, I bet. Too bad my birthstone looks like pee :\ It's still pretty though.
I got lots of money, too, since it was such an important birthday and all. If by lots I mean "four checks", lol.
Time for more patheticness:
The last couple of days were truly the best days of my life. I can't imagine my life without him... it would be so empty. VERY empty. What would I do? Become an emo kid, I guess. I'm not obsessed with him, or needy, or clingy; just very much in love.
I'll stop now before people throw up or something. :)
Also, I tried to make some fudge recipe, but it... didn't work, lol.
I'll try again when I have the right ingredients. :)
Sparkle at yo homegirl! (That means TALK TO ME, in case you don't speak IvyBGreenflowerese :)) @ 2:27 AM
P.S. The Beatles still own your spleens, by the way.
My family is kind of weird. We're not holiday people- we never really celebrate holidays in any kind of ultra-special fashion. Unlike many people I've heard of, my parents would never think of kicking me out of my room to accomodate some random family member they don't even like. And my grandparents just kind of hate everyone. And also, my father works on every major holiday except Christmas Eve (he works Christmas day, though.) That's why holidays are very quiet, nothing-special affairs. Thanksgiving is possibly the least well-celebrated of the celebratory holidays, because my family resents the big fuss people make over how much food will be served. In my family, dinner often consists of a whole chicken with all of the trimmings. I mean, why not? Unlike many families, my family prefers real food over processed stuff, at least for dinner. This Thanksgiving was more eventful than usual because it was my birthday (I get my birthday off from school a lot because of the days it tends to fall on) and it was a nice affair.
I decided that because it was not only my 18th birthday, but also a holiday, that I wanted my boyfriend there and I would not take no for an answer. My parents are kind of awesome, so of course they didn't even think of saying no. My birthday week started out with OMGRENT on Wednesday, so I was already in the IT'S MY BIRTHDAY I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT mood by the time my actual birthday came. I wanted lasagna, but this year they wanted to be traditional for once and eat turkey. Well, my mother cooked this year, and she decided that a turkey was kind of a stupid idea since only five people would be eating, so we had chicken, stuffing, sauteed mushrooms, cranberry sauce, and my lasanga. I like it meatless as well as veggieless and also with half the normal amount of cheese, so my mother made meatballs and sausage to go on the side to compensate for my weird tastes. My mother's awesome. She also made apple and pumpkin pies, and we got a birthday cake from Publix. I think next year I'll ask if I can have it iced totally in pink. It was a white cake with cannoli filling (weird, yes, but SO GOOD). After dinner, my grandparents left and the boyfriend and I watched Finding Nemo with my mother. He slept over (IN THE LIVING ROOM, minds out of the gutter, for Pete's sake) because the next day was the really good part of my birthday.
We went to Cypress Gardens. It was my third trip, but the last time I was there was for my 11th birthday. It's changed a lot since then, but the flowers are still pretty and the water skiers are still amazing, and the shows are still corny. Also, the aviary had fewer birds. This was sad; I love birds. They had lots of Christmassy stuff, which was sweet.
We saw a Christmas ice-show, which seemed very pointless, but they were very talented and also had pretty costumes. Also, you just haven't lived until you've seen Santa Claus in a sparkly white suit ice-skating and doing the Micheal Jackson moon-walk thing with weird arm movements. He also juggled. We stayed there as late as my parents would let us, because I didn't want the day to end. It was a little boring, but also exciting to be out of the house looking at pretty things and chilling out with my excellent boyfriend AND my parents. Both of them! How weird is that? My father's usually walking. Theme parks usually make me hate humanity, but it seems like the stupid took a holiday and stayed home. It also wasn't as ridiculously crowded as Disney tends to be. I want to be a Cypress Gardens Southern Belle when I grow up, because it's like being a Disney princess except I think you don't have to do anything other than stand there. And possibly give directions. The food is good, too, but I think if I worked there I'd get so unbelievably fat on their French Fries and chicken tenders it wouldn't even be funny. Boyfriend stayed over again, and then we spent Saturday being upset at the prospect of him leaving. Pathetic? Yes. Oh well.
Presents.
Two rings from amerimark.com. I really recommend going there; everything is so cheap. One was goldtone with red, white, and blue crystals (because it was fake, I don't mind wearing it to school) and the other was onyx with a white crystal star. (The website has pictures, which I'll show later.) Also from AmeriMark, a magnetic string of beads that you can make your own bracelets and necklaces out of and stuff. It's really awesome. It came in a little blue mesh bag, which is cute. I got a discontinued Maybelline lip gloss from them (one of their features is that they sell discontinued items, and also leftover promotional items, like unused perfume testers) and a set of 12 "mood" lipsticks. They're pretty; two each of green, purple, fushia, bubble-gum pink, orange, green, and blue, and they really do change color while you're wearing them (I put on the blue, and it went on as a pretty shimmery pinky purple and came off as a deep fushia).
My mother gave me a statuette ("It matches the living room!") with one of those sappy things on the back that are designed to make you cry. (It did.)
My grandmother gave me a really soft robe thing (YAY WARMTH) and a cross thing with my birthstone in it. I really don't understand the whole cross thing, since we're the most unreligious Catholics ever (I never made communion, or whatever, and we don't go to church) but, you know, it's the thought that counts.
One of the things I've been dying for for years and finally thought to ask for was rose gold. I mean, I'm really big on the whole PINK!!!!1111~ thing, and it just makes sense that rose gold would be my favorite. Unfortunately, it's not very popular- you see it all over in tricolor pieces, but not really by itself. So my mother got me a ring with hearts on it, reminsicent of the silver ring I used to have that my grandfather made years ago that he gave to me and I lost in the Citrus Park Mall. I STILL cry over that ring (my grandfather died) and this one just makes me so happy.
But all of that jewelry I knew about, except the gorgeous chain and pendant my mother got me. Rose gold > all other gold.
Then yesterday the mail came (but I got it at like, 11 o'clock at night since we were out) and my mother's friend Diane had sent me this TINY TINY TINY OMG RING with my birthstone on it. I don't even know what it's called, just that it's TEENY, and not meant as an actual, you know, ring. It couldn't even fit on my parakeet's leg, I bet. Too bad my birthstone looks like pee :\ It's still pretty though.
I got lots of money, too, since it was such an important birthday and all. If by lots I mean "four checks", lol.
Time for more patheticness:
The last couple of days were truly the best days of my life. I can't imagine my life without him... it would be so empty. VERY empty. What would I do? Become an emo kid, I guess. I'm not obsessed with him, or needy, or clingy; just very much in love.
I'll stop now before people throw up or something. :)
Also, I tried to make some fudge recipe, but it... didn't work, lol.
I'll try again when I have the right ingredients. :)
Sparkle at yo homegirl! (That means TALK TO ME, in case you don't speak IvyBGreenflowerese :)) @ 2:27 AM
P.S. The Beatles still own your spleens, by the way.
