Birthdays. Woo.

I don't like birthdays. I really don't. I'm trying... lord knows I'm trying... but they're just not my thing.

Granted, Andy did get me some pretty nice birthday presents... a set of "How to Draw" books (real-world ones... portraits, landscapes, hands... that sorta stuff) and a new Japanese flag to replace my old (and politically incorrect) Imperial Japanese flag... which is pretty sweet. And she made me breakfast... that was nice (I think it may be the first time I've been in bed longer than she has been!).

But then I got to work and my mom sang happy birthday to me, and it was all downhill from there. I hate being the center of attention for something so stupid... I just want to scream "Yes, it's my birthday, can we drop it now!?"

Argh. Stupid birthdays. I don't want to be here... oh well. Only a few more months... I really should start looking for work seriously.