Birthday Weekend.

Alright. Post #1: Birthday Weekend. I think it's actually going to be easier if I break this up and blog about the two separate days, so here it goes:

Saturday, July 14th - The Friends and I on Proper Ettiquette of Eating Burritos, Andrew Garfield and The Amazing Spider-Man

So, Saturday wasn't my actual birthday. Instead of treating it as a birthday party, it was more of a Natasha's Last-Day-of-Fifteen thing, which was alright with me. So I headed out to the city with some of my friends to have a good day out, doing things that seemed rather exciting.

First things first, we had to eat burritos. My first course of action had been to invite my friends to eat at Taco Bill for my birthday, but that got shot to hell when Taco Bill didn't offer lunch on weekends. So, I quickly came up with arrangements to meet in the city instead. Fortunately, MC does host two Mexican restaurants, and we headed to one. I shouted everyone a burrito, and basically watching people eat burritos is honestly the funniest thing ever.

So at this restaurant, they have serviettes that suggest ways to eat them "For your burrito-eating pleasure." I'm actually not joking. I suppose I should've taken a picture, but you know. Of course, Mary and I didn't follow these rules, which lead to everything falling out of our burritos and going everywhere besides our mouths. Our other friend, Ellen, managed to eat her burrito without dropping anything. There were beans in her box, but that had apparently been dropped by the people who had made them for her.

My other friends came after we had eaten, so I shouted them burritos too. Kudos goes to Mariya, who, even after giving up her box for someone, managed not to spill anything out of her burrito either. Pleased, she congratulated herself on "eating like a lady" (that could be disputed, but she probably ate more lady-like than I did). My other two friends, Sidney and Victoria, ended up eating their burritos with forks and knives.

Yeah, I don't really get it either. But carrying on.

Mariya then shouted us cones from McDonalds, which was probably the cheapest shout ever, because Maccas' cones are now 30 cents and it honest to God only cost her $1.80 for six cones. In the past, that would've been $3.00, so that was pretty funny. While everyone got cones, Mariya and I got hipster ice-creams in a cup with a cone on top because the ice-cream was runny, but I honestly think that's a cool way to eat Maccas ice-cream, and I'll be trying to eat it like that more from now on.

After that, we went to the cinemas to watch The Amazing Spider-Man. It's been three days since I've watched it and GOOD GOD, I am still not over it. Honestly, it's like a repeat of my Anna and the French Kiss feels. Andrew Garfield is the most adorkable person on the planet and I love him. I also extremely love Emma Stone to the point where it isn't even funny anymore and the fact they are together is probably the best thing in the whole entire universe. Or at least, in this period in time, for me.

I don't really want to spoil it too much, but I really enjoyed the movie and how they rebooted the series. I've read up on how things play out in the comic books, and I've grown to really like Gwen Stacy (although she doesn't seem as cool in the comics, a statement which I think will bite me in the ass later). I really enjoyed most of the scenes - okay, pretty much everything Andrew Garfield is in, which is about 95% of the movie - and the action was fast-paced and I was totally immersed into it. I have already come up with theories for the sequel and different ways on how the movie could've played out. Go me.

And that's... that's it, really. The only other monumental thing I did on Saturday was straighten my hair. It was fun, and people really liked it (seriously my Facebook notifs wouldn't stop because sTRAIGHT HAIRZ TASH OMG) but it's too much effort for me to do more regularly.

(I love how I said that's it because really I just wrote a whole flipping lot BUT ANYWAY.)

Sunday, July 15th - Sweet, Freezing, Lazy, Sleepy Sixteen, Featuring ALL the Food

Sunday was my actual birthday, in which I woke up dazedly at about six in the morning when my mother greeted me happy birthday and told me to eat my noodles before she went off to work. It kind of sucked that she had to work, but it was okay, because we were only really celebrating dinner anyway. However, because of how freaking cold it was on Sunday morning, I all about cocooned myself back in my blankets and fell asleep again.

I woke up two hours later, and made a mad dash to the kitchen to get my birthday noodles, only to find out there was a lot. So I decide to half it so I can eat the rest for lunch. (I later find out that I could've stored some away and I didn't need to eat it all and I'm a bloody pig, but that's not anything new.)

Anyway, so I stay in bed, eating my noodles, and trying to keep on top of the flood of Facebook notifs on how it was my birthday from everyone. It's honestly a nice gesture, but then your phone is constantly getting spammed by notifications is slightly scary. 

So I settled in, too freaking cold to move, and began reading Wattpad stories. Not really a good idea, since one of them made me almost cry in relief (and the main character was also celebrating her birthday so), and two that almost made me bawl because sad things, even with one of the stories I didn't particularly like the character. Being a Wattpad reader is an emotional rollercoaster, let me tell you. And especially after watching The Amazing Spider-Man, I felt like I was in an emotional void.

Anyway, I migrated from phone to computer at about 12, when I began eating lunch and then eventually getting ready to go out. I didn't realise straight hair kinks when plaited (I mean, seriously, I have a head full of curls, how would I notice?) and showering while trying to avoid messing up my hair ended up with waves. Still, it was a lot more tame than the hairdo I have today, with strands falling into my face and just all frizzy and curly and whatnot. 

So I went to Church, because it was a traditional birthday thing, along with the noodles, as well as the fact it was Sunday, so Church was pretty much a given. Admittedly, I wasn't listening as well as I should've, but one thing really stuck out to me while the Priest was talking:

"God's way of planning is very different to ours."

And it kind of really opened my eyes to, well yeah, everything's not really working out as smoothly as I wanted it to, but all the good things are probably coming (I mean, hello, I get my One Direction concert tickets the day I turn 17), but it doesn't mean all the good stuff isn't going to happen. Well, that's what I took it to mean, and that's all that matters, right?

Anyway, then I went to Kitchen Workshop with my mum, my godmother, my godbrother and my auntie. Just so you know - I love buffets, and this one was pretty awesome. I love chicken in general, and their chicken was amazing. I tried some meat loaf, some roast... and when it got to desert I awesomely headed over to the ice-cream machine and served myself some ice-cream.

I just really love ice-cream, okay.

I took some cake from my mum, and then we left because we were basically stuffed (I told you I was a pig) and then while the adults went off into the casino, I took my godbrother to Galactic Circus mostly because even though I can now legally get my Learners, I still can't gamble (which I think isn't too bad). Sucks for him, though, because he's 18 and I took him to an arcade. HA.

Being the birthday girl has its perks.

So we went there, and we just mucked around, playing random arcade games, and he spent a couple dollars on those basketball games and I just played random games like that Stacker one where you try to win an iPad, and I was pretty much two away from winning, which kinda sucked, but unless you practice (which costs a fortune), you can't win that game anyway.

We also had a very intense game of air-hockey, which he wound up winning, but it was pretty much rigged anyway, because it scored him twice when he got goals, and half the time he didn't use the puck thing anyway. This was the score: 

Bloody rigged, I'm telling you. But at least I beat him at MarioKart (at a handicap, but he can drive, sort of.)


Anyway, we won 168 tickets (achievement! LOLNO) and then my mum took pictures with these people, we had coffee, I had a massively long chat on the phone to my cousin, the accountant (yeah, did you know my mother went did accounting at uni? MY MOTHER. WHY ISN'T MATHS IN MY GENETIC CODE.) about how I was talentless at maths and can't do it and food. He then thought it was funny that statistics was taught first when we're just learning algebra now, like basic algebra.


SEE. STATISTICS IS HARD. MY COUSIN AGREES.


And yeah, that was my birthday. Now, hopefully, sixteen isn't so much of a flood of everything like fifteen was!


Yours in weirdness.
Tash.


(P.S. Yeah, I think this is my double post because honest to God this is so ridiculously long and sweet mother of baby Jesus.)