Every year, on this day celebrating the shortening of my life span, the events happening are always so different than the usual fare that they end up sticking out in front of the rest of the usual, boring days of the year (with the exception of Christmas and Three Kings Day (Puerto Rican holiday on the 6th of January, basically another Christmas day - do they celebrate it anywhere else, btw?)). Last year, when I still lived in college, it was a barrage of presents via mail and walking all over campus wondering how the hell some people knew my birthday even though they only knew me for about two months (and I'm usually really secretive on my first six months). The year before that involved me waking up to find myself on a table in a restaurant on a hotel getting served fine food while still on my school uniform on a school night with the two most unlikely companions ever (my little brother and his dad - we talk often, but never hang out like that).

This year, however, takes the prize for second-weirdest-feeling day (beaten only by the aforementioned restaurant). Why? Let me explain:

First, I wake up under a large amount of phone calls from my relatives calling to wish me a happy birthday and surprised I was still asleep at 1:00 PM (I was, too - I usually wake up at 11:30). I then check my bank account to find that someone deposited $500 on it. Next thing I know, I was doing a 30-minute walk back home at sunset carrying a brand-new PS3 in plain sight along with a used copy of Heavenly Sword (Disgaea 3 was sold out) while some guys on the nearby stoplight kept shouting "woo-hoo" at me complete with a thumbs up that made me feel even more awkward than I was already.

So...yeah.

Just took a break from playing it to write this journal (why I did, I don't know - I usually wait a few days first).