Confessions of a Catherine: finally legal! (not like it made a difference though lol)

I don't want to say it was the worst birthday, but it surely wasn't the best.

I woke up in the morning to find a lot of breakouts on my face.
When I was doing my makeup in the morning, I dropped one of my good makeup brushes on the floor. I just cleaned it last night and now it was full of dust. I had to use one of the less good brushes instead.
Late for school.
It was cold and the wind was blowing almost 20 mph
I felt really awkward the whole day because it didn't feel like it was my birthday.
Had a test and I literally did not know a single question (luckily a friend gave me the answers hehe)
My friend forgot my present.
I met Colin after school. He said he was going to surprise me with a cake and a candle on top but it was too windy and it would light out the flame. He even had the lighter too :(
We were planning to eat a NYC's #1 pizzeria but it was closed. It was supposed to open at 12pm but it still wasn't open at 1pm. (Seriously they think they mad good just cus they #1 so they slack off who do they think they are holy shit)
So we went to 16 Handles and ate frozen yogurt...I accidentally dropped a bit of it on my dress. There was a stain..
Went back to Flatbush and Colin went to class. I took the 2 train to meet my mom in Manhattan but turned out I was on the 5 train.
When I got off the train to transfer to the 2 train, an old woman asked me where to the 2 train station was. I told her it was up the tall flight of stairs since it was where I was going too. Turns out she said the Q train not the 2. She looked rather annoyed and went back down the stairs.
Met my mom and she bitched at me for not having a regular metrocard since I ran out of rides on my school metrocard.
By the time we got back to Brooklyn, I was tired af. I just wanted to go home and sleep but we had to go out to eat dinner w/ the fam
We waited for my bro and dad to come and they took fucking forever.
When my dad finally arrived, he scolded me for not texting him that I would be home late. Do I gotta text him EVERY TIME I come home late? If I come later than 1pm it's obv. I would be late. Take a hint.
I didn't eat enough calories for the day nor did I take my protein for the day.
Finally got home and I had to do my three page paper on the role of women in the Shakespearean era. I finished at 12:30am. I was about to kill myself at that point.
Of course when I need the printer the most, it doesn't fucking work.
I finally got to sleep. It's 1am. I'm fucking exhausted.