Today I turned sixteen years old or 'sweet sixteen' as I keep being told, except it doesn't really feel any different, considering that the majority of my friends bar about three, are already this age so all that's changing is the picture description here on the side and also when I go to the cinema, because next time I won't actually be lying when I say that I'm sixteen. Of course, turning a year older comes with great consequences for the first day, which began as soon as my mam posted baby photos of me on Facebook and I ran into the car to escape the birthday badge. But I knew what was coming at school (yesterday may as well have also been my birthday, the wishes began early this year.) which is when I was faced with yet another badge (the one with the big ugly '16' on it that gets passed around the squad.) which I practically ripped off my bag when it was pinned on by my friend and then by nine o' clock my friends had sung happy birthday to me in at least three different languages about fifty times, I almost regretted not staying at home sick.
So the rest of the day consisted of the same sequence - "happy birthday Grace" "shut up" because I am so polite - and my friends telling the French teacher that it was my birthday resulting in 'Bon anniversaire Grace TY 26 mars seize ans' being written on the board and at that stage I was ready for the bloody birthday badge to be swallowed up followed by myself. Anyway, it was a brilliant day which ended with my family and I going out for dinner - PEPPERONI PIZZA - so I am pretty sure my sixteen year of existence is off to a good start !
I need to write a decent post at some stage,