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So. Hit the big 2-O last night. Last night? Yesterday. Had a good night. Or so people keep telling me. I cant remember anything that happened after dinner.

Aside from the fact that I say ridiculous garbage when uhh... under the influence.

Its funny. I went from being completely and utterly miserable on the 5th and over the bloody moon on the 6th. Im not sure if it's something to do with the crazy amounts of happy that I get when I get presents, or if it's just that happy thing that your brain injects into... itself? No wait. That your brain tells your gland thingys to send to the brain to make you feel happy when you eat chocolate. Or in my case, stupid amounts of chocolate cake. Was it serotonin? I think its serotonin.

And mummy wanted me to be a doctor. HAH.
It is quite worrying however that I managed to ace biology, and yet come up with the above sort of masterful observations on the human brain.

Anyway, back to being bipolar.

I dunno. I was a little bummed that the whole birthday thing would be away from family (and friends, but you buggers insidiously wormed your way into my life so you count as family anyway) at first, but as i sat down for dinner (the lamb was amazeballs btw), as I sat down for dinner, I realised that you're constantly making family.

And I say family on purpose.
Anyone can make friends. The minute you make family, you know you've got something, and it's gold.

So to my massive family back home, and my strange amalgamation of new and old family here, I had an amazing couple of days to celebrate the day the world begrudgingly allowed me to exist. And I wouldn't trade any of it for anything.

Except maybe superpowers.

Coz they're cool.

nk