When I grow up, I wanna be Ziggy Stardust.

On Tuesday, my sister woke me up singing "Happy birthday", then, I get all dressed up; at school, all my friends wished me a happy birthday, sang "Happy Birthday to you" like in a family restaurant, you know, like Chuck E. Cheese's or that kind of places, and then in the normal way, one of my friends danced a pseudo waltz with me, my "sweet 19 waltz" hahaha; then, the girls gave me the "cake" you saw on my pics:

Then we went to a place to buy drinks, and they bought me one, (btw, the boy who made our drinks was so cute, he look kinda like Adam Brody).

"You'll never remember, your head is far too blurry..."

But the Thursday I went to dance, and my friends invited me a beer, each one bought me one bottle of dark beer, I need you to know that the most I've ever drink before that day was 3 light beers, and that day, I drank 7 or 8, I don't remember so well =). That was the first time I got drunk in my entire life, gosh! that was weird, I had to hug my friends to not hit the floor, and my friend Jimmy took me to my house at 1 am because I looked so bad, they (my best friends Mayra and Jimmy) bought me a coffee (which I puked, btw) and Adrian, a friend of them who was with us in the car kinda kissed me, I don't know if it counts because I was talking and he didn't tryied that hard to continue, so...

Then we went to buy something to eat, but I didn't want anything because "If I eat something I'll puke" but I did anyway, then we went to my house and I puked in front of it, and my mom saw me. She didn't punished or yelled at me, she didn't get mad, but she talked with me in the morning.

Apparently I'm a lucky person, because I didn't feel bad in the morning, my mom didn't get mad and besides my dad don't know any of this!!!!

I promise I won't do that again, or at least, not until my next birthday!