I got stoof

Oh-kay... somewhere along the line I apparently forgot that we were going to celebrate my birthday with the family as well today. Seriously, I had not expected that at all, and I felt quite awkward because of it. So I ended up with a sweater, a DVD and lots of niikag. But most importantly a scrapbook.

My aunt always makes scrapbooks for memorable occasions. Obviously turning 21 is such an occasion. But when I opened the book... it really brought a tear to my eye. Seeing pictures of times long ago, such memories I have of those days. It was the best gift of 'm all.

For the rest of the night... I don't know. I didn't feel that well, stomach turning, eyes being as dry as a sponge in the desert. Got the usual questions, uncles having problems with their computers, though I hope I've managed to solve a few. And suddenly a weird conversation with my uncle about comic books.

Well, I was going to write more, about why I hate change, why I don't like me changing and why I'm posting so many personal details all of a sudden. But I'm too tired now, so I'd better stop before I stop making sense.

To those whom I didn't get a chance to say goodnight to: g'night. *hugs*