birthdays, vampires and ladytron

It was my birthday on Saturday! The existential horrors persist into yet another year of hellish existence. I am one year older, I am the same young, fragile and directionless soul but now everyone around me expects me to finally act like an adult. 

My mother invited my immediate family over for dinner and cake. It was fine, I'm not too fond of when there's a lot of people in my house but I got a substantial amount of birthday money so it was worth it. My uncle though, brought his new girlfriend whom I've never met or even heard of. Imagine my surprise when I open the door to some random woman that nobody knows but me! She seemed nice and I'm glad my uncle is getting back out there after his soul-sucking demon bitch of an ex-wife. But really? Why bring her to your niece's birthday, of all things?

We got a blackberry basque cheesecake from this local korean market. It was really good. My picky sister finally tried cheesecake this year and liked it so we didn't have to get her something else to pander to her tastes for once. 

Most of my gifts were just cash, as I'm not a fan of little novelty things that'll inevitably just pile up in my room. I did get this beautiful hardcover, painted-edge collection of classic vampire stories and a pair of those fancy loop earplugs. They're so neat, I've been wearing them just for fun. Ha! I can't hear anything!

The next day I went downtown with my friends. One of them made me another cake, red velvet with cream cheese icing (yum). We had about a slice left, so we went to this small punk/metal record store just down the road. We know the owners and gave the rest to them. Also! I get store credit there for making them band patches to sell, so I got some DVDS (Evil Dead, Carrie, Punk Rock Holocaust). 

Went to yet another record store and found TWO. LADYTRON. ALBUMS. ON. CD. 604 and The WItching Hour. I love Ladytron. I bought those and two old AP magazines, one that had The Used on the cover. 

After that we sorta just hung around, eventually ending up on the roof of the mall. It was dark out at 5pm and we were all talking about how perfect a time it would be for a cigarette, but none of us had any. It was great, being able to sit and dangle my legs off a two-story building like that, watching the lowlifes and drug addicts on the streets below me, like a vision of my own future. One of my friends kept going on about how she hates being downtown, as it's so sketchy. I love it. Screw being safe. I want to go to little hole-in-the-wall vintage and record stores, buy expensive imported candy on the waterfront and be yelled at by a mentally ill homeless woman all in the same place. 

Anyways, now I'm sick. My nose is all stuffed up. Blaaeeuuueueuughhhh.