It started off great with a concert of one of my favourite rappers, Game. Got my ticket from my gf for my birthday, and I went together with my best friend who got his ticket from his gf (we share the same birthday). It was so awesome, I was the only one who got an autograph :'D I ran after him after the concert when he was about to close the car door and screamed if he could sign the white towel I caught when he was performing. Shook his hand n everythang. Then he drove off. Only downside was, the concert was over around 4 in the mornin, but the first train didn't show up till 7 :c Saturday I had my bday party for my family and got me sum awesome gifts. Got this beautiful golden ring from my grandma, the One Million fragrance by Paco Rabanne, Birth by Sleep and money. My parents gave me this great Samsung flatscreen tv, plus a new bed/couch/table for my room c: Sunday was my real b-day and I got [video=youtube;vYMxOzxKYYo&ob=av2e]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYMxOzxKYYo&ob=av2e[/video] Finally eighteen guys, yesssss FWI, turning eighteen in Holland is like turning twenty-one in America :'D
Wow, that's pretty lucky. I still have three years until I can buy liquor. It sucks, even though I passed for 22 at a club once and got served.
I wish my eighteenth birthday could be something like that, but I know I'll only get a red velvet cake and some money. >:
Congratulations. That sounds like a lot of fun. c: Now I'm dreading my birthday. Like Muff Monkey up there, I seriously doubt it'll be that amazing.
