Birthday...failure?

Yep, so my birthday was great, awesome, amazing! Until today; after my birthday.

First, a little about my birthday. I do like to look on the bright side, so I'm starting with this. First, me and two of my closest friends, including my sister, went to my old school. We sat around, talked, making a power ranger video (XD), no big deal. We played a bit of basketball and badminton before going back home and trying to watch Pitch Perfect, which I've never seen before. My dad couldn't remember the password to the movie restriction he'd put, but when he finally got home, he remembered and we watched like twenty minutes of it. So far, I'd give it like a 9.5 :)

We had this awesome strawberry cheesecake that even my sister, who is sick of cheesecake (because I eat so much of it :P ), said that it was the diggity bomb. Yes, diggity bomb, not bomb diggity. She's cool like that. There was Fanta and lemonade, which I mixed together to get Fantamonade.

We went out to eat at Red Robin after going to Lowes and Home Depot for moving business. Me and Chiko were spies, like it was legit. Well, legit funny, anyways. We had little handguns, and we tried to sneak up on our parents, jumping back and forth between ledges, but then I scratched my ear (it's fine, just scratched :) ), and they saw us. So poo. But it was hilarious!

At Home Depot, we made up stories about people, like what their lives are like, and that was fun, too. We stalked them around the store, listening in on conversation. It was really cool.

Now, here's where I'm now sitting on my couch, trying not to let traitor tears escape me.

This morning, as soon as I wake up happily, my step-mom starts yelling at me to clean everything that my friends left, even what my sister used. She keeps me there, in the kitchen, making me scrub everything down "properly" while I'm wondering if she just let me have a good, easy day yesterday because it was my birthday. It makes me sad knowing that my birthday is a day when people who don't want to be nice to me, have to. Then, it's all gone. Even my sister, who I thought was being nice and playing a Glee board game with me because she thought it was fun, left my party early and then started ignoring me this morning.

Better go, my mom is yelling to clean up the pizza cutter. Yay! not.

-Alex