Blegh.

I didn't even notice I haven't posted in over a week. I guess as usual, I haven't had much to say. I haven't felt that inspired either. I don't know, I think it's been a tiring week. I just finished helping my mom with homework for a class than I'm not taking and that I don't understand... my head hurts a bit right now even though I was enjoying the whole thing at first.

I have a bunch of stuff to do this weekend, but at least my birthday is coming up. Although... I've never been one to like love my birthday. I had years where we went out and stuff, and it was ok, and we had a lot of family reunions and stuff, but I don't know. Not a lot of people know it's my birthday so, obviously not a lot of people will remember. Sometimes in the past, I wouldn't tell anybody and would spend the entire day with just my family wishing me a happy birthday. It's not about my age, 'cause I'm 22, lol... but I guess something about being the center of attention gets on my nerves. It's weird too, because I like to be like really spoiled and it should love all that, but there's just something about it. I don't remember ever having a bad experience with it or anything, but yeah... I'm sure it'll be better than I expect it.