"Happy Birthday To The Ground"

Check it: I'm 19. My last year as a teenager. I'm ready to be done. I feel like a fool when people ask how old I am, although, it's better now that I'm no longer 18. Also, it's weird to think that if I were a boy [sing it like Beyoncé] I would be of age, as in I would be out in el field del mission. It's weird thinking of it in that way. When I was a child all those boys seemed so old... 
Let me start off saying, I'm not much of a partier. Dance parties? Yeah. Toast parties? Yep. New Years Eve parties? Yes. Mary Kay parties? Probably not. Birthday parties? Not so much. They are kind of the worst. 
Maybe I just need to experience a "grown up" birthday party, whatever that means. Here is my explanation of why I don't enjoy the dreaded B-day parties. I don't like people to feel left out. If I have to be a hostess, it will stress me out. The whole time I will be concerned that someone feels awkward standing in the back with no one talking to them. Not fun. And if someone else is in charge, they always invite that one person that you would never choose to invite. Reason number two: I'm bad at reactions. When gift time comes around I hate having people just there watching me open their gifts to see if I give out a good reaction. For the most part, it's not going to happen. It's nothing personal, inside I am probably terribly excited, but outside it seems like I think it's just a blah gift. It's something I wasn't blessed with.  I haven't had an actual birthday party for.. meh.. 5+ years. The timing of my birthday is superb though, good job parents. It's the beginning of the summer so it hasn't quite hit the heat, and I'm out of school (unless I live in a different state and going to high school or some other form of younger education).
This year I did practically nothing. It was pretty great. I took work off, went up to SLC, had lunch with sister and dad and niece (who wore an "I love my auntie" shirt) at Cafe Trio (tastey. I had my first Crème Brûlée), went to my cousins high school graduation (I deserve major points for going to a graduation), and then danced on a chair with a tambourine at Tucanos while they sang a brazillian version of "Happy Birthday," got my meal for free thanks to some random person that lived in 115 sometime before me and never changed their mailing address, went to lemonade night, went into my kitchen and blew out candles on the non-edible flower cake my mom sent me, and went to bed. Sounds good enough to me. My gifts consisted of: glow in the dark chalk, a free bowl of Earth Fruits, a "Future Mom" pin, and a Jazz shirt (Millsap). For once I think I actually gave good reactions. Maybe it's because they were few and far between (perfect). Thanks to everyone that was in anyway a part of my birthday. Mostly my mom. What would we be without our moms? Non-existant, thats what.

So, to anyone that has a burning desire to throw me a birthday party and actually wants my opinion; keep it small and with only my dearest friends, or don't do it. But if you don't do it that way, I'll be a good sport anyways.