  French pop songs are so sweet. I think that tonight is going to have been one of my favorite birthdays. Leigh, Liz, and Paige broke into my locker with gifts, I had balloons sent to me at school, and Lauren gave me urlLink this wonderful hat . And I haven’t even celebrated with them yet. Gosh. Adrienne took my Homemade Gifts Only policy to great heights.
She drew me the glorious picture of John Lennon, some abstract stuff, and burned me a beautiful CD (French pop songs, Beatles, etc) My mom bought me the mobile I desperately wanted, and the sketches will hang from it. I feel so old today. But naïve and childlike at the same time. We went to dinner at Muzoa, this vegetarian place downtown. Note to Sex God: you may have been displaced in the list of most gorgeous Spokane Food Feeders. When the Vegan server at Muzoa walked towards my table, I swear I heard harps playing or something. The boy- no, man- created a lapse in time. When my dad ordered the free-range steak, he laughed and said, “ Making us work for it, right?
” And wished me happy birthday over and over, and I nearly exploded with happiness. I’m trying to stray from the material aspect of my birthday, because it was really nice to be there with my family. Jake sent me a “For Our Grandma” card, in the grand tradition of sending one another off-occasion cards. Joey gave me the Kirt Cobain journals, and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. The best gift from my parents was my charm braclet. My mom has always said I can have one someone, and this one is absolutely gorgeous. The first charm is a little heart that says “ Sweet Sixteen ” engraved on the back. Affectionately… Anna 
