catfish19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I realised last night that it was only a month and four days until my 21st birthday. This means I have to actually start planning something. My mother's got her heart set on a casino night, with roulette and blackjack and cocktails. Once I got past the whole "shouldn't we just go the whole nine yards and hire strippers as well?" thing, I decided that if anyone doesn't approve (which no doubt a few of my churchie friends won't), they can just not come. Or come, and not have fun. The thing with parties is that there are always going to be people who don't enjoy themselves. Usually, I'm one of them. This is why I haven't done anything for my birthday since I was twelve (not counting that disastrous surprise party for my sixteenth, when I had the flu and my best friend ignored me in favour of my older brother). Parties suck, and if I had my way I would never have a 21st. Ever. My friends won't let me pike on my own birthday though, so I'm stuck with having a party, and I do plan to make the most of it. And to not get drunk in front of my family and teetotal friends. And cocktails does mean an excuse to buy a new dress! That will make up for me having to be the centre of attention for an evening. Dread. 12:46 p.m. - 2005-05-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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