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Congratulations and celebrations were the words the thundered through my entire house as both my mother and sister sang that old birthday song to me as I laid in bed with a pillow over my face trying to lessen the noise of their horrible singing voices. It was too early for this and I just wished they would go away and let me sleep for another 3-4 hours before harassing me with this same old birthday song that they sing each and every year at roughly the same time. it's like it has become some weird routine they must fulfill each time I become another year older.

After a few minutes my sister could see the look on my face of anger and she suddenly slapped my mother and told her to be quiet in which I responded with the words "thank you" before trying to fall back off to sleep. This proved to be a lot harder than I thought because they did not leave my room yet. My mother sat down next to me in my bed and leaned over to give me my birthday hug. I hesitated at first but gave her a quick hug in return before closing my eyes and resting my head back down onto the pillow. But just as my head reached the nice comfy pillow my sister handed me a WWE Divas 2009 calender with the gorgeous Trish Stratus on the front cover posing along a beach just wearing a leopard patterned bikini. My heart started racing at 300 miles an and I felt slowly how I started to awaken from my sleep.

Just then then my father tripped into my room crashing with such delight and excitement right into my bookshelf knocking over a silver painting that I created in middle school of a donkey. He jumped up on my bed and showed me 3 tickets to a local speed dating event that was taken place tonight down at the old abandoned baseball pitch a few hundred meters from our house. He jumped up and down shouting "son tonight you me and your sister are going speed dating". I was still too tired to take in what my crazy father was talking about and I didn't even understand the concept of speed dating let alone did I want to waste my birthday sitting on a cold dark baseball pitch with random women in some stupid speed dating event that some homeless bum had organized to help pay his bills. I sometimes hate my family.