My Ruined Birthday Celebration

Well, as I'm writing this, I have mixed emotions. I'm supposed to be angry, but I just did something hilarious that I'll write about at the end of the rant (since I want it to be in chronological order). So, as of right now, I'm literally laughing my ass off, and my Neville's Haze high is starting to kick in, so I'm not mad, but I'll tell you what happened that pissed me off.

Well, so my birthday is tomorrow (well, in a half hour) but since tomorrow is Sunday, I decided to celebrate my birthday today. Well, I had a gift card for Journey's (I needed new shoes), Hot Topic (everything they had sucked, so I bought a Samhain dvd and still have like 50 dollars left on the gift card), and a gift card for Barnes and Noble (I was going to get the Cannabible). My mom told me she would take me to the outdoor mall, so I could spend my gift cards, and then she'd take me out to eat.

I wake up, and notice that my mom, and her significant other (who ends up ruining my birthday) are gone. Her phone is shut off. This is around noon, and they don't arrive back until 5:30, when it's starting to get dark. She forgot that she had made plans with me, so I'm kinda dissapointed, but not mad or anything, so we leave to go, she says "You don't want Bill to come, do you....?" and me, being nice, and not wanting to not invite him, I said "No, it's fine, he can come along" because I'm not an asshole, even though I hate him. So, he takes forever to get in the car, but we get there, I go to my stores and buy my things, and apparently while I was shopping they got into a fight or something. We get to Buffalo Wild Wings (where I decided to eat) and her significant other says he's staying in the car, so they start fighting, and he's being immature and shit, because he's mad at her, so my mom starts crying because he starts calling her terrible names, and she loses her appetite, so when we arrive at the restaurant, my mom and I head towards the door, and my mom tells me she's not going to eat, so I'm not an asshole, so I'm like "Okay, well I'm not going to make you sit there then, while I eat, so I'll just eat fast food, it's fine", and she's like "I'm sorry, we'll go tomorrow, I'm sorry I ruined your birthday", and I'm like "No, it's not your fault, it's fine." and we go home in silence, and then they start fighting and shit.

I get home, and read the Cannabible 3 (my purchase) and they start screaming at each other, but luckily I had rolled a joint a few hours ago, and was finally ready to smoke it. I found it, and then forgot where I put it. I couldn't find where it was. I just had it, but I started flipping out. I looked everywhere it could have been, but to no avail. I then (in a rage) kicked the wall of the guest room thinking it would just make a loud noise or something, but instead, my foot goes through the wall. "...oh shit... lol" is what goes through my mind, so I'm like "holy shit..." so I tell my mom "I uh... well.. I was mad and... I accidentally put a whole in the wall... that's not expensive to fix... is it? haha?" and she's like "Yes, it is." and I'm like "...oh." and she's like "Bill installs walls for a living, he can fix it". At this point, I'm pissed because I STILL can't find my joint. I have a pill bottle with more weed in it, but I don't care. I want that joint. I can't figure out where the hell it is. Finally, I kick a box full of styrophome(sp) peanuts that you ship gifts in, and it went everywhere. My mom got pissed and through something at me, but I dodged it. She then goes to bed, and tells me to clean up the mess, so I do. I'm still pissed because I can't find it.

I look on the table for the 5th time, and knock all the things onto the floor, which pisses me off more because I realize that I'll have to pick them right up when I'm done searching for my joint. I see that a bottle of water spilled all over these envelopes, and I fear that if my joint was there, underneath something, that it is ruined now. I see one end of the joint sticking out from underneath something on the table. I'm afraid that when I pick it up, it will be wet, but I look anyway. Good, it's dry. I smoke it, and I'm still pissed that my birthday sucked and that they had to fight on my birthday and he had to be immature and shit, and called my mom a cunt and shit, which pissed me off, so I realize "Hey, just because he went to bed early, because he's being an asshole, and my mom went to bed because she's bored, it's a saturday, my birthday celebration day, and I'm going to listen to my music at a loud volume that I quite enjoy.

So, my iTunes is hooked up to my amazing stereo, and it's kick ass and surround sound. My door is open too, so I'm playing "5 minutes alone" by pantera at volume level 15 which is loud, and can be heard throughout the house. At 3:02 of the song, Dimebag Darrel (RIP) goes into a solo, and I'm high at this time, so to honer Dimebag, and to piss off them, and to make myself feel better, I turn it up to MAX volume, which is at least three times as loud as 15. I turn it back to regular once the solo is over. I thought someone would come out screaming at me to turn it down, but no. That's what I was laughing about when I first started this thread.

Hopefully tomorrow, my actual birthday, will be enjoyable.
Peace,
horror business :rasta:

P.S. As soon as I click "Submit New Thread" I'm going to honor dimebag again.

Happy Early B-day hun!!!!!

yo, happy birthday and good luck with the wall :thumbsup:

Thanks, I'm about to go smoke the last half of my joint. Now, I'm blasting three 6 mafia's "i gotta stay high (till i die)" to piss them off.
Peace :rasta:

happy birthday man....get some spackle for the wall if its a small hole.

That's the problem, it's not exactly small. I really didn't think my foot would go through the wall, as I didn't kick any where near my hardest. The hole is also about 6" deep, as I can see my wall at the end of the hole. It's mainly my entertainment room, so I'll just buy a huge ass poster to cover it or something, until it gets fixed. Now I'm playing In Flames very loud. Still no complaints. I'm going to see how long this lasts. haha.

they might have taken some valium and pssaed the fuck out

sucks about your mom and her bf..eh shit happens people fight and people make up thats life.

anyways enjoy your joint your music your surround sound and especially your bday brosef

happy b-day mate! i feel sorry for what happened, that must have sucked. i wanna congradulate you on being mature and respectful throughout your story, the world needs more people like you. if that happened to me, i would probably end up breaking "her significant other's" nose because i can get real angry at times. (oh and i would NEVER hit family, but since hes not your dad i guess, i would do it if he really got me mad). im a hypocrite, i know :(

anyways, enough about me, HAPPY B-DAY!

Happy Bday man! That sucks about your bday, but thats fucking funny with the music. :D

Sunday, my actual birthday was actually pretty kick ass. I got a new tripple blown glass piece.

my b-day is 2 day if that makes a difference

awww sucks about your birthday. Your mums partener sounds like a right dick head from the impression i got when reading.
Enjoy the real day dude. Dont bother with your parent(s), just go out with some mates and chill there... they pretty such screwed it up for you in the first place acting like children o_O. Apart from you losing your joint; which is dang annoying, especialy when it turns up in your hand all along.... I do that alot, lol.

happy birthday dude. the dude called your mom a cunt? get a baseball bat and fuck him up!!! beat his punk ass head into the floor. fuckin mad un-called for disrespect. have a nice birthday beat-down on his ass

yeah dude, if some guy was talking shit to my mom and ruining my bday i woulda fucked him up.

but yeah i hope your bday went well and you smoked madd amounts of bowls

Yeah, I got really high. Anyway, I would kick his ass, but he knows tai-chi and all of those other martial arts.

shank that bastard nobody talks to your mom like that.

jk dont do it.. but that sucks

happy b-day sir

well, my b-days tomorrow, i dont really like birthdays but i cant really stop'em can i? turning 17, only one more year until i move to holland

Yeah, I just turned 17. When I turn 18, I'm either going to move to Humboldt County, California, since they have arguably the best marijuana in the world, and I'm going get my medical card, or I'm going to visit all the places I wanted to visit, before I go to college or start my career. I want to visit Jamaica to get weed, Mexico, to get garbage bags full of weed, for cheap, places in africa where I can get amazing weed, for mere pennies, Amsterdam, so I can visit the Hemp Museum, Canada so I can visit some friends and then go to Vancouver, to smoke weed, then go to different states to smoke weed, and then I'm going to buy an apartment or house in Humboldt County, California, or NYC, and start a band, unless I start one while visiting someplace.