Highlighter Stars.

It was my 19th birthday yesterday, which means that I’m now into my final year of being a teenager. Scary stuff.

My Facebook wall was inundated with messages wishing me a happy birthday. I had 15 comments; I was expecting maybe three or four. And that’s not including Mark’s card and Tim/Harry’s text (and Chris’s card, but he commented on my wall as well). I went to bed last night feeling rather more loved that I thought I was.

So it was a good day. I got the Bones Season 2 boxset - yes, I can finally see it, months after everyone else started watching the third season - and Carrie Underwood’s album, an amazing magnetic necklace which will no doubt provide hours of amusement, Maroon 5’s new album, some Liz Earle creams (my mother has every intention of making me use them and then taking advantage of QVC’s 30 day money back guarantee. She has no scruples), knee high boots (finally!), High School Musical 1 & 2 (because, yes, I am just that cool. No, I don’t care what you think of me for liking HSM) and a whole host of other random things such as toaster bags and a sparkly scarf.

My grandma even made a chocolate cake instead of her usual plain sponge cake for me. Everyone loves my grandma’s cake but I’ve always found it to be WAY too sickly. I take one bite and need to glug down a glass of water to not feel ill. So this year I asked for a chocolate cake. And it was much less sickly. Seems strange, but that’s the way it was.

I’ve written my Christmas cards, so I’ll be posting them this afternoon or tomorrow, depending on when I can be bothered to walk down the road to the postbox.