No. This isn't a rant about the band. This is a rant on how ******** up my birthday party was. It was pure bullshit.
No.
Bullshit is very much an understatement. It was a total disaster. If I would've just celebrated my birthday without a party, it would've been a whole ******** better.
Why what happened you ask?
Well... Early in the morning when I woke up, my mom and grandmum were fighting over a friggin unclean toilet bowl. And a few hours later guests arrived. Well, they weren't mine. They were my grandma's and well... I DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE ******** THEY WERE. And I was even more pissed off AND insulted when they prance in and greet my grand mother happy birthday. I was like, "WHAT THE ******** ARE THESE OLD WOMEN BABBLING ABOUT?" Then they started giving my grand mother gifts. And she had that awkward look on her face when she looked at me. I was like,, yeah, whatever, happy birthday grandma. Then I went into my room and locked up. YES. I INTENDED TO FREAKING SPEND MY BIRTHDAY INSIDE MY ROOM. A few moments later my grandma told them it wasn't her birthday and it was mine. So my mom went to my room and knocked on my door and asked me to come out. Then I went like, "Yeah whatever. It's not my birthday anyway. So screw everyone. I'm not leaving my room until tomorrow. Celebrate my freaking birthday with people that don't even give a s**t." Then my mom went back to the living room. Yes she understood me. But she's one of the reason why I got so pissed. She yelled at me for not adding coconut into the fruit salad. scream
Yes. And so I was in front of the computer with my headset on full volume playing dem pplz I love like Marilyn Manson, Angelspit, Ayria, The Birthday Massacre, The Cruxshadows and a ******** more. And so yes. I lived through it all. And later in the evening, my REAL PERSONALLY INVITED PPLZ came. And I couldn't hear them calling my name. So my dad unlocked my room and grabbed my headset. And I was like, "WHAT THE ********] Then he calmly told me to go greet my guests. And I went like, "LOOK, DAD. They're not my guests. mad They don't even know who's birthday it is. And I'm just insulted." No. SRSLY. If all that s**t happens, wouldn't you be insulted?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!!?!?!?!?!??!!?!!!!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!? mad
and he went like, "Your actual guests are here stare " Then I jumped up and left my room. Yes. My mood was somehow lifted by my ACTUAL GUESTS. And so yeah. But the bitterness was still there. I was still pissed of yes.
Selfish as it may sound, those 'guests' had bothered to get my grandma gifts when it's not even her birthday. And all they could give me was air and an indirect insult. Yes they greeted me in the end but screw them still. I abhor them and they can ******** talk to my hand talk2hand .
Yes I know I sound like a whiny little b***h but screw you. I'm pissed off. mad
But on the up-side, an aunt of mine, well a family friend, came to my birthday and gave me a silver swarovski incrested headband. Which was gorgeous by the way. mad And I was like, "OMGG AUNT MELANIEEEE... THIS IS LIKE THE BEST GIFT EVERRRRRRRRR!" And I meant to let those old pplz hear. mad "Your gifts are the best aunt Melanie..." And all that shiz nat. And when it was time to blow my stupid cake, they weren't there to sing happy birthday. scream So after they sang happy fartday, I walked out and let them stuff their pathetic faces with food. mad
And to be honest, I was on the brink of walking out on my own birthday party. stare No s**t. mad I was going to change into my outdoor clothes and go out with a friend. Yes. I'd rather go celebrate my birthday with just ONE friend rather than spend it with a ******** of people who don't even give a s**t. But thanks to the guests = family. I was forced to stay. Did I mention I wore my ******** septum again because my family didn't like it? Yes they didn't mind me because I was so pissed off.
And at that I shall end my total ranting about how much my fartday sucked. Oh yes. The joys of turning one year older.
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