Morning After

I really hate it when I want to write but I just can't.

It was my birthday a few days ago and I didn't really do anything special. I never really celebrate my birthday anymore. I know this shouldn't bother me, but I don't even have a group of friends, so having a party for my birthday is something I don't ever do. But because my Mum has been worried about me since the break up, I decided I would try and do something. The something was Mexican food, Guitar Hero and a movie.

It was mainly family, a friend and one of his friends that I had never met before. The evening was okay, except I kept thinking about my ex and wishing he was there. Later in the evening I even almost started crying. But, considering it was my first birthday in 6 years without him being there, that is to be expected.

My movie choice was Paranormal Activity. It wasn't exactly scary and I thought there was way too much day time talks about what happens at night time. They were probably trying to drag it out for more suspense but it really didn't work. But because the movie itself wasn't scary doesn't mean the concept of a demon haunting you isn't. I've had a supernatural experience myself but whenever I tell someone they look at me like I'm fucking crazy.

Side tracking is fun. It makes you look like you have ADD. Continuing on about my birthday night, we came home from the movies and I watched my friend and his friend play Star Wars Lego for an hour or more on my Xbox. Star Wars Lego isn't something I can play for very long without getting an intense headache. The evening pretty much came to an end around that time.

So all in all it was a pretty quiet night. A nerd night perhaps. A social outcast night.