As Much

As much as I do not want to let this bother me, it does. I mean, it is my birthday. Not getting a call, text, or anything from your best friend does hurt. And for sure I am hurt. I haven't said much about it all day because I have been trying my best to be patient. But so far, nothing has come along. And it really does hurt my heart. But then, I take a step back and am thankful that Jack Torr and Scar spent the day with me. 

Scar, Miche Gualt, Jack Torr, Yenna spent the day with me. I walked for fitness this morning much to my dismay. I did not want to walk that hill of death. And today was the first time I walked alone cause Yenna was too pregnant to walk the hill -_- But it was nice. Then I came home. Waited for the others to arrive. Ate some cake, a cookie cake, more cake, and cookies all made for me ;] Then we headed to the Getty Center for a bit. I realized that I am in no way a museum person. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate art and the beauty of it. But museums are not for me. Well, we then sat in like an hour of LA traffic in order to get to Olvera Street. I kinda secretly love it there. It's so mexican, it's great! We had din din there and a mariachi sang to me [thanks jack torr]. We finally came home cause we were HELLA tired. 

We got home and everyone talked to Tonie for a while. Then when I went to my room, I saw all these balloons in my room. Kristy, Nate, and Tonie all put balloons in my room. Too cute or what? Apparently, Kristy planned the whole thing. What a cutie. 

So now I am here in bed. Tired as fuhhhhh. And abbout to knock out. Thank you to everyone that wished me a happy birthday: all the calls, texts, and whatever othere way it was wished. Welcome to the twenties.