Eh, well, today wasn't bad.

My ankle recovered enough that I can put weight on it without falling over.

I talked to people and the day wasn't too horrible. Props go to Megann for being the only one, besides Nikki and my parents, to mention my birthday. Sure, she mentioned it yesterday, but better a day off than not at all.

So I spent after school with Nikki, and we ate Chipotle and watched part of Nightmare Before Christmas, then switched to Legally Blonde. That was fun. Then dad came home and we opened presents and went out to dinner at Sonoda's.

Amazingly enough, I got a whole bunch of presents other than my computer. I was expecting no more than a couple, but I ended up getting a whole bunch:

From dad:
• The Art of Miyazaki's Spirited Away
• Hayao Miyazaki: Master of Japanese Animation
• Nausicaa box set - 4 graphic novels
• Ghost in the Shell
• Cowboy Bebop
• Love Hina Christmas Movie
• Kiki's Delivery Service
• strawberry pocky
• spongebob drink bottle
• Grado SR80 headphones


From mum:
• chocolate truffles
• cotton candy pellets
• vanilla candle plus glass container and plastic rocks
• aromatherapy thingy with vanilla scented liquid
• Disney Mania (disney songs by pop artists)
• cool pen
• Legally Blonde
• A Knight's Tale
• The Emperor's New Groove
• purple pajamas
• fuzzy camisole
• coupon to go on a shopping spree with mum

Only, now I feel bad. Because I really liked dad's gifts - he got me all the anime stuff - but I don't think mom knows I like hers too. Aaargh.

Oh, well. But, I don't know. It's odd. I have all this new stuff and it's actually just making me feel depressed, because I'm doing poorly in school and I'm not doing homework and I don't deserve any of it. And I've already gotten a computer. But, I don't know. Besides that I got a hundred dollar gift card from Nikki, and $100 from my grandparents (and the Beauty and the Beast DVD, though mummy ordered it for them), and $25 from Bubbi, and I don't know what to do with it all. I just put $50 in my bank account the other day because I have too much money and it's making me uncomfortable. That's not to say I don't like the gifts, or the money. I really do. But it just makes me feel... awkward, in a way. And I wonder if I really deserve any of it. I probably don't. I was born into a position that gives me more than I could possibly get on my own. I almost can't wait for college and my first job, and being able to rent an apartment and not always having to be around THINGS, and MONEY. So then I'll actually understand how normal people feel, and why they love them so much...

Well, sorry, this turned out to be more depressing than I had intended. I had a good birthday, I really did! And I love all my presents!