What is troubling me, however, is the fact that we've yet to leave the house, yet my over-enthusiastic roommate seems to have prepared some sort of birthday-surprise for me: at 7.30pm. Except this "surprise" has turned out to be a colossal failure.
So apparently, he invited a bunch of my friends to badminton... You know, that's fine and all. Except it's TONIGHT. WHEN I HAVE TO GO OUT TO DINNER WITH MY PARENTS. So yesterday he kept on nagging me to go to badminton, and I tried to brush it off--- and he wouldn't let it go. As it turns out, it was meant to be a birthday surprise--- and that sorta failed because at school people said to me, "OH I'M SORRY I CAN'T MAKE IT TO YOUR BADMINTON THING TONIGHT." Whilst keeping a calm expression and saying "that's okay", I burn on the inside, thinking, "WHAT BADMINTON THING. OH HOLY SHIT."
Then I spent the rest of the day burning down with stress, worrying about the dinner and worrying about getting to badminton.
Then Dad, being the inconsiderate jerk he is, complained about me being too troublesome and grumbled about the prospect of dinner and badminton.
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10.13pm
So, I survived dinner at made it to badminton at around 8.15pm. I think I disappointed Mum a little, because my happy expression was rather forced at dinner. I couldn't help it. She kept on telling me that I could choose the restaurant, except I had no idea, because the last time we went to a restaurant was roughly 2 years ago. So we ended up at the same one as before, because I could name nothing else, and then I had to order. Oh the pain. I made some pretty bad choices--- and as a result, nobody ate much of a particular dish. Dad looked at me disapprovingly, letting me know that I was wasting money, whilst Mum kept on telling me that it was okay. That did nothing.
Then we waited for my baby sister to finish eating, and I sat there playing on my phone, because I had nothing to say to anybody. Dad then started lecturing me, ON MY FUCKING 18TH, about how I should get up earlier in the morning to avoid traffic. "YOU NEED TO HURRY UP, EVEN 5MIN MAKES A DIFFERENCE. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET UP A BIT EARLIER, AND NOT SLEEP IN. I WAKE AT 6AM EVERY MORNING. YOU SLEEP AT 1AM 2AM EVERY NIGHT."
...I sleep at 1am 2am because of insomnia and work, bitch.
After he finished lecturing, Mum went and paid for dinner--- and I would have raged if they asked me to pay. Whilst Mum was gone, Dad said something like, "so expensive" and commented, "if it costs more than $100..." Then he kinda trailed off... I don't know what he's implying, but it could not have been nice.
So after we left the restaurant, I went to badminton with a grumpy mood--- which wasn't fair to my friends, who tried their best to surprise me. My roommate brought candles, a cake--- everything. Now I feel so immensely guilty. Happy birthday was sung, and I was generally cheery. Then they tried to get me to play badminton, but after dinner and cake, I seriously did not feel like exercise. I was BLOATED. As a result I was dejected for most of the night, feeling conflicted about whether I should try and play or whether I should just tell them I give up. Yet they tried so hard to make me happy...and now I feel like an asshole. Eh, it couldn't be helped.
This is easily the most stressful birthday I've ever had.
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I did, however, receive some very, very awesome presents. My best friend basically loaded me with them--- yup, I received more than one present from the same person. I feel more spoilt than that fat kid in the first movie of Harry Potter.
Well, I better thank my roommate properly tomorrow. Thank him for trying, anyway. Show some gratitude to people who try to make me happy. Then I'll probably go around showing off all my presents.
...It's nice being 18.
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