So, thanks to my neighbor and really good friend, Cariel, and her entire family, I had an amazing birthday. It was absolutely wonderful.
The Smith family picked me up for school with a small piece of partially frozen carrot cake and a balloon, which I greatly appreciated (much to their amusement, as I later discovered). The day was mostly fine, my friends were very nice (after I reminded a few of them). But then, when I got home, I noticed that there was a sign on my door. A brightly painted poster saying "happy birthday".
I went into my room, and found my bed completely covered with little balloons, three posters (and another on my chair) but also covered in little notes, with all of our funny memories together. It was totally awesome. And when I went down to say thank you, they had made me brownies. Another neighbor and their kids also gave me a necklace, my mom made goat for dinner (I know, I know, I'm weird, but I like it), we had OTHER neighbors up to play Settlers (best game ever) and that was my birthday.
I owe Cariel and the Smiths so much for my birthday. I guess I needed that kind of thing after everything this year... and I can't actually believe that they're such good friends. I'm not sure what I would have done without Cariel this term.
