Birthday coming up... Should I say "Whee"?

Yay. I'll be twenty-two bloody years old in a matter of days. What's to celebrate, really? I don't feel older, if you're wondering.

Some of my friends have asked me what I want for my birthday. I don't know. Since my main interests are games, movies and music (with their multitude of genres), it's kind of a wide couple of areas to cover. The thing is, I don't like asking for such expensive stuff... Only problem is, I don't have any money. I'd *like* to make a wish for one of the cheaper games on my Need Now List (tm), but it would just feel awkward. Like I'm begging like a spoiled brat. That's just not me. It's the thought behind the gift that counts, really.

Like last year, when the gang made me a gothbunny. It's adorable! A plush bunny completely transformed to the meanest bunny-bitch around. ^________^ With that in mind, I can't wait to see what devilish plans they've made, if any. Anyhow, it'll be nice to hang.

My Gothbunny/Plotbunny stares at me constantly. Just like s/he should.

I got to bake some cake... ~sigh~ I'd like to be happy about my birthday and all, but I'm not... It feels like I'm slipping away from my friends. If I ever want to talk to them, it's on my initiative the vast majority of the time, which kinda sucks. And yes, that's totally off-topic, but hey. I don't bloody care. Do you?

Ah, well. Time for some Stargate.