What kind of drives me nuts about birthdays and such around my house, is that if you don't make plans someone will make them for you. This year I really did not want to make a big deal out of my birthday so I didn't make any solid plans... besides hanging out with my boyfriend. God my boyfriend and I go to a movie, and get back to my house around 7:30 ish... around 30 minutes after I was supposed to be back. I open the door and there are a bunch of faces and everyone yells 'you're late!'. One of those times when a nice dark hole would have been very handy. Don't get me wrong... I'm not mad at them.... it was just kind of like 'holy shit!! Too many people paying attention to me... AHHH run away!'. Oh well...