For the last four years I have spent my birthday with friends manily because of uni. So this year I spent my birthday with friends and only really opened one present which was a cage for my ferrets. That was fun trying to put together with the ferrets crawling all over it. Spent the whole day having fun came home went to sleep. I had a really reall good day, nothing could spoil my mood.

Next day not so good woke up mum told be they'd saved me cake and takeaway leftovers. By leftovers I mean rice and pork balls, so that went in the bin; and by cake a half eaten birthday cake made by my nan who apparently brought it over with the candles on expecting me to be home (she lives next door) >> like I didn't have anything better to do. The same nan who's been making a cake a week since she kicked me out of my aunts on Christmas day, ergo I have been avoiding her. As if cake is going to make everything better.

To have avoided contact with her since xmas I think I've done pretty well considering she lives next door, but that's annoyed my brother because every time she bangs on the wall instead of picking up the phone for us to collect cake, he has to deprive himself of his precious game time to go get it. Boo for him.

I will admit my pony and ferrets and friends cheered me up till after dinner. I was still eating when my dad started bugging me to come down and blow out candles on a half eaten cake. Forcing me to give up the last of my stupid Sunday dinner, something I never missed while at Uni. I flat-out refused to blow out the candles putting everyone in a foul mood. Then my dad was like open your presents. Oh joy Valentines chocolates... again and not even one box, three boxes - One from my parents, one from my aunt and one from the evil nan next door >>  I went four years without them and now I'm back home instead of at uni they've miraculously come back to haunt me.

This is one of the reasons I hated Valentine's day and my Birthday. The sooner I get my own place the better.