Birthday Post

So I'm finally, finally eighteen. For some reason it seems as though I've spent my entire life waiting to turn eighteen, and now that I'm eighteen I don't feel anything but a niggling hope that 20 will come a little more quickly.
That's not to say that I didn't have a grand old time over the past few days. My first birthday celebration went a little something like this:

Me(a week before): I wanna go to Sizzlers.
Keren: What? Yay! Sizzlers!
Melinda: Huh?
Mom: Good idea! Then we can spend the rest of the day walking around Inokashira, visiting the zoo, maybe do a little shopping in Kitchijoji, then hop over to Shibuya for some karaoke, then maybe whiz over to Ebisu and visit our favourite bookstore, and oh I’ve been wanting to nip over to Shinjiku for some bura-bura window shopping for a while now...
Dad(the morning of the 11th): What? You want to go to Sizzlers? Why didn’t anyone tell me...?

Then my next birthday celebration went a little bit like this:
Me(the morning of the 12th): *groggy*
Keren: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYAYYYYYYAYAYAYAYAY!! OMG YOU’RE EIGHTEEN!
Me: urgh
Melinda: Keren, shut up.
Dad: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Me: *grunt*
Melinda: Dad, shut- um. I mean. Did someone say coffee?

And the next one:
Me: Sup.
Coworker: I just found out it’s your birthday today, why didn’t you say something, I’ve been stuck here all day and I could’ve gotten you something, I can’t believe you’re only eighteen I keep thinking that you’re nineteen or twenty and oh god I’m so hungry, do you want to eat something? Here, I’ll make something for us to eat.
Me: Awesome. I’ll dig out the icecream.
Hungry customers: Are hungry.
Us: Aw shucks.

Then four hours later:
Dad: Surprise! Isn’t it so surprising that all of us PLUS our really good friends who also happen to be our neighbours have come to celebrate your birthday at your workplace?
Me: I actually kind of am shocked that you all feel like overeating again a mere 24 hours after our stint at Sizzl-
Akiko: I got you a huge present!
Ichiro: And I never go out to eat and socialize this late at night but I’m doing it for you!
Keren: OMGOMGYOU’REEIGHTEEN!
Melinda: God. The food’s coming so late.
Mom: Paaaaanda. I remember when you were a wee goblin-looking child who used to wake up every morning and sit on the potty and-
Everyone: Oh God. Please not this story again.

Then, 2 hours later:
Dad: EVERYONE GO UPSTAIRS AND DO THE DISHES NOW AND AFTERWARDS DROP AND GIVE ME 500, STAT.
Mom: Especially you, Amanda, I don’t care if it’s your birthday or not.
Upstairs: *Aika’s phone rings*
Me: Huh?
Everyone: SURPRISE, AREN’T YOU SURPRISED?
Aika: *leers* I got you a cake now give me a kiss.
Dad: *is disapproving*
Aika: *is apologetic*
Melinda: Can someone please get a knife so we can eat this thing? I’m hungry again.
Keren: *opens all of my presents*
Mom: Oh, what a nice bag you got that I want so much! Amanda, I do so much for you, I’m such a good mother, in fact when you were a little goblin-looking two year old I often had to take your potty every morning and-
Dad: *leaves the room for a second*
Aika: Heyyyyyyy Amaaaaaanda. So you’re eighteen now, huuuuh. *sidles*
Me: ... DAAAAAAAADD!!!

So that was an eventful birthday. I ate too much, and got hit on too much, and definitely got way too many awesome presents, but otherwise it was totally awesome.
Also, my laptop officially gave up the ghost to a nasty little trojan condom virus that piggybacked into my registry cleverly disguised as a dll file. That was the only real monkey wrench. But that hasn’t stopped me from getting this cunning post onto the internet!