I am done with my graceless heart

So I'm super duper late. But on Tuesday, October 4th, I turned sixteen. And it's weird. I celebrated with close friends and family on Saturday. No sweet sixteen. Just a hangout with people that I love.

I'm starting to feel older, but not completely yet. I'm still coming to terms with my new age. Everyone treated me like I was becoming an adult. I guess there's something special about the age of sixteen. I don't know. I'll have to see.

But anyways, Tuesday was wonderful. I was just so happy that day and nothing was bringing me down. I took a quick trip to the mall and got a $5 light peach colored skirt that ends right at my shins. As I made a trip to and from the car, there was a light drizzle. Still didn't get me down, though. When I got home, the kid across my street handed me a cake, which I'd ordered a month before to help him with fundraising. Pretty coincidental, wouldn't you think?

And then I walked into my room, to see this:

This was taken at night and last-minute, so sorry for low quality!
My cousin (a.k.a my photographer) also took some more shots while I was at school and she was decorating my room. 

And guess what, my 'roommate' was in on the secret too.

Saturday was even greater. I went to eat out with friends and family, then my friends and I walked to the mall and stayed there 'till around 10 at night. I love all of them so much, it's crazy.

I got a huge poster for my birthday from the two lovely gals in the back.

Birthday food, woooot. OMNOM.

Two favorites of mine combined into one: chocolate and music.

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And that was my birthday. Despite having trouble walking in my maxi dress, I had a great week overall. The party was just the icing on the cake. (Oh goodness, me and my corny jokes. . .)