Why blisters are a good thing:

My birthday was today.

It.
Was.
Amazing.

We went to Starcastle, and I got tackled by a group of friends. That really is the best feeling. So we go in, get set up, and start shooting each other in lasertag.
The teams had uneven numbers, so this really awesome worker there joined my team. He was hilarious.
My team won, we got pizza, and go for another round. This time, it was against a bunch of little kids... and their really aggressive dads.

Yet we won again. Probably because of the awesome worker guy who joined our team again. "cuz we were cool people" AKA: teenagers who get way into playing lastertag against nine year olds.

I ended up getting some intense blisters.

After that, we all traveled back to my house, where we did cake and presents. (I got a lot of great things, but my friend Bambi made me a beautiful book with drawings of actors and youtubers I like. Also, she ordered me the Dan and Phil book! love that child. Also, a lot of people just gave me food. Like cookies and pancakes. They know me well.)

Then, my mum had apparently put together a 'quiz' about me, to see how well everyone knew me. Yet I didn't even know some of the answers. I didn't know I had a favorite car? But apparently I do. Oh well, people were laughing and couldn't take it seriously, so it went okay.

Then we all just went upstairs and sat around talking and having fun in general.

The party was supposed to end at six, but I called my dad on the phone (from three rooms away) to see if everyone could stay later, and they could.

Some people did go home, but the rest of us ended up downstairs playing 'Just Dance 2015'. It was hysterical, since only one of us actually know how to dance, and it's not me.

But now, it's just me and my friend Bambi, who's spending the night.

I actually had fun.

It's weird being older - I don't know if I like it. I don't understand how some people WANT to get older. Like maybe to leave a bad situation I can understand, I cant wait to leave my parents, but just to be older in general? Forget it.

At least I'm one year closer to being the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.