Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang "Happy Birthday".

I'm 21 years old! One day older than what I was the day before. Just like every other day! It's fun though because 21 is one of those years you hear are going to be great. But I still have some anxiety about celebrating my birthday since I don't want my one year as a 21 year old to end....did you guys follow me there?

I did try to have a good time though so I started celebrating last night. I went to Sigurdsgatan 25 with Kiki and Axel to see the Gilby Clarke gig. Ryan was there too so he played some songs with the band and the crowd loved it, even though there wasn't that many people there. I had a good time and it was just nice to get out, have a few drinks and hang out with my friends! I got a drink named after me too, haha! The girl in the bar didn't have any orange juice so she couldn't make me a Screwdriver. So I told her to give me anything with vodka in it. She mixed some things together and voilá.... we have a 'Carro' ;) It tastes like candy, hahaha...

So today when I woke up I was in a very good mood. My birthday had started out great (I got home after midnight...) and I made myself ready to go to Malmköping. My grandma turned 90 years old recently so we planned on celebrating her, but we always celebrate our birthdays together so I assumed that was what we were going to do. After all, it IS my birthday today! But the afternoon turned out to be one big disapointment. I don't care about presents, but when my name isn't even written on the birthday cake then something is wrong. Only my grandma's name was on there. I understand that her birthday was much more important than mine this year, but not even getting my name written on the cake!? Thanx a lot...
And on our way home I was told by my family that my relatives hadn't even wanted to celebrate my birthday at all. So why the hell was I there for!? Why couldn't we have had this dinner party some other weekend? Why did I have to spend my birthday feeling unwanted, when I could have been out partying my ass off with people who actually cares about me!?

It wasn't all bad though. From my family I got a gift certificate for a hot stone massage, Lord knows I need some relaxation. My grandma and other grandmother gave me money, that's always much needed! But the best gift I got was from my 90 year old grandma when she stood up in the middle of the dinner and asked if everyone would join her in singing Happy Birthday to me. Half of my relatives had looked at my father with surprised faces when he said it was my birthday today, like they hadn't even thought about it. And that was when my grandma did this. To show me that I mattered to her even though the others acted like I didn't. Let me just tell you that my grandma cried on the way home because she was in so much pain after moving around so much during the dinner party. And she still did this for me. That's love.

Happy Birthday to me...