So far my birthday booty amounts to:
1. A bed! My parents got me a new bed and, while my birthday wasn't on Friday, beds are a little hard to keep a secret. I HAVE SLEPT IN IT TWICE ALREADY OKAY. I should feel nostalgic for my old bed, which travelled global hemispheres with me since I was zero, but for the last two years it's been propped up on blocks of wood, so - no. Plus, this one is all ivory and silver and has BEDKNOBS! It is literally made and glued and assembled and designed of awesome.
2. A keyring from my brother. (The last of the big spenders, that's him.) It says 'Blame the Parents' on it, which is kind of incredibly hilarous. (See: bed.) My parents are great. The only problem is that they give me everything I want, no matter how random or expensive, and there's nothing like being horribly spoilt for inducing mega guilt.
I got up early to study, so I must bid ye adieu. Seven am starts to study: that is my life. In the meantime, if anyone wants to write a spin the bottle bandom fic from Brendon's POV as he tries to convince Ryan Ross that they are more than heterosexual life partners, okay Ross, that would be coolstuffs. Alternatively, just tell me how much you love and adore me. I'm easy.