Tavalodam Mobaurak

I turned 21 on August 3rd. I am FINALLY 21 now!!! YAY, no more having trouble getting into clubs or bars!!! WOOHOO!! That is the only benefit of turning twenty-one, being able to order a drink, hand over my ID, and not have to wait in anticipation to see whether the bouncer/waiter says anything about how the year of expiration on my ID looks marked in with a sharpie. LOL! Those days are over! I can't wait to go some place that I can really take advantage of it, like Las Vegas! I do still have a fear of aging though. I've wanted to stop aging since I was 17. 17 just seems like a nice, youthful number. Most people say I look younger anyway, which I take as a compliment.

At exactly 12 a.m. midnight of my b-day,my crazy-silly guy friend called and played Andy's "Tavalodet Mobaurak" in the background, which was really sweet, and random of him. Then again, he is always random. He also made me watch a strip-tease he did on some girl on her b-day. It was hilarious and had me really appreciating the fact that it wasn't me.

For lunch my family and I went to a persian restaurant and ate kabob to celebrate. I got the soltani which is what I usually get. Then towards the end, all the waiters and waitresses gathered and sang me happy birthday and brought me...baghlavah! With a candle in it. I was so embarrassed, my face turned so red and I felt as if I was slowly melting into the ground. I understand it's pretty much restaurant tradition to do this on someone's birthday but I can't handle the sudden attention. After it was over, they were gonna start singing "tavalodet mobaurak" and I was like "NO, NO THAT'S O.K.!" Thank God they didn't!

Afterwards, I went to study and when I came home I finally got what I've always wanted: a cupcake cake. It was in the shape of a butterfly...I love LOVE butterflies!

Needless to say, the cupcakes finished in less than a day. I think there might be one left in the fridge, but I can't afford to eat it with all its sugary calories!

Today, the only interesting thing that happened--if you can even call it that--was that I wore my green velvet BCBG sweats and matching jacket to go study, and as I came downstairs with my tote, 3 books, and blanket in my hand, my khaleh (aunt) felt the need to take a picture of my helplessness. Then, as I was leaving, she said I matched the greenery outside and she insisted on taking another picture. It felt like the first day of kindergarten all over again. Except, in my case, the first day of kindergarten applied to the first day of school every year. That's Iranian parents for you.

Studying has been going o.k. as well. I might have to take my exam in January and study again in December b/c I have less that 3 weeks left and I just feel like it's not enough. However, I am still studying since I still have a lot to cover and I want a nice foundation for when I start back up again in December. I also plan on doing some casual studying during the semester so I don't forget everything. I am really beginning to hate all this, but I have to do it! No backing out!

My past time has become looking at different blogs and now I am obsessed with this website www.lookbook.nu and now am trying to get an invite. I'm a dork, I know. This is what happens when you don't allow yourself to do anything.

Anywho, I should either get ready for bed or get some studying done. 'Night!