Does it Smell Like Twilight in Here?

For my birthday, I'm going to a super secret place that ya'll won't be hearing about until after it's happened.
Because I can't trust some nutjob of a person not to show up and crash it.
Yes, I have someone particular in mind.
Yes, it's probably YOU.
Kidding.

But for the after-party, we're going back to my house and having a Twilight-style dinner.
I'm decorating everything as well as I can, and then we're going to eat mushroom raviolis.
Why mushroom raviolis? (And cheese ones since Drew SUCKS.)
Because in Twilight, the romantic dinner that Bella and Edward share, Bella eats mushroom raviolis.

Hahaha, I'm so clever right?
Yeah, thought so.

I want it to end up sort of like this:

It sucks that I have to hide things now, because someone reads my blog that shouldn't.
Someone that threatens me when they read something they don't like.
Yeah, you know who you are. Why do you even read my blog anymore?
I'm hoping you all realize who I'm talking to.
I'll give you a hint: read two posts back.

Anyway, Travis has a new place to stay now. That's good.
My party is all planned, and I'm excited. It's going to be AWESOME.
Way more awesome than the Golden Nugget.

I told my dad "I'm gonna be seeeeeeeeeeventeen, I'm gonna beeeeee the queen."
"Yeah, well what's so great about seventeen? You can't do anything different."
"YES HUH. I CAN SAY I'M SEVENTEEN."
I win.

Tomorrow I'm getting blood drawn and then buying some party supplies. So wish me luck!
God, I hate having my blood drawn.