What Will You Do When The Morning Comes?

Ladies and gentlemen, I've turned 25. Not that I intend to overpersonalize this blog, but only friends read it, anyway. You may know that I'm an extremely vain person and love getting gifts and treats and compliments, especially from my boyfriend. Though, to tell the truth, I wasn't really in a birthday mood this time. Last week I had to suffer a perseverant cold which concentrated on my precious weekend and kept fighting on Monday as well, which was the first Monday when I had to get up at 5.30 to go to my company class. You can imagine how happy and eager I was at dawn with five hours of sleeping, a pack of tissues, and a dozen pills taken.
My birthday was on Wednesday, and I had got better by then, but still I had to work hard (getting up at 5.30 and arriving home at sevenish in the evening). My boyfriend welcomed me with his loving-puppy smile and a box of Esterházy cake from Jégbüfé. He gave me the following presents: a cook book titled Stresszmentes főzés [stress-free cooking], a collection of poems by Baudelaire, a Yo-Yo Ma album, and a box of chocolates. All these in a neat bag with some kind of Venice scene on it. It's not that I demand so much, actually I don't like the idea that he spent a lot on me, but another part of me just feels overcome with joy seeing how much he loves me and wants to please me.
As it happened, my Mom also bought a cake and a giant cook book. Seems that now everyone wants me to cook for them. When everyone had arrived, we had a lot of cake and champagne, and talked a lot, and everyone was just fine, and it all turned out well.
Then the next day was not so good because I had a teaching-related breakdown or I don't know how to put it. There are times when I feel I'm not welcome, trusted, whatever. After my pre-int class I wanted to ask someone if I'm doing it all right but as I was looking around I couldn't find anyone who would assure me. Yawning is part of it. In addition, they keep asking stupid-sounding questions which make me wonder if they are in the right group at all. There is an especially irritating guy, who never does his homework and keeps asking banal questions, which I think he could answer if he paid attention and did his part of the job. I mean, why do those people raid me with questions who don't want to deal with it outside class? And now he asked me to explain the grammar in Hungarian because, he said, by paying attention in class he could always learn things 50-60%, and he can't speak English so well that he could understand the explanation in English. Okay, I agree, grammar explanations might be better digested in the mother tongue, but the way they looked at me made the whole thing seem that I was some poor version of a teacher who wasn't giving them the proper thing.
Another problem for me is my sister's complete lack of understanding privacy. For some reason it is perfectly good for her that hot meals are waiting for her when she gets home and the dishes are washed next time she sees them. It is also okay that the moment she arrives she collapses in front of the telly and has monopoly right for using the remote control. But when she arrived home and found me listening to my Yo-Yo Ma CD with my boyfriend in the sitting room, she practically made us turn the CD player off because that is the only place where she can watch TV, and watching TV is her only possible means of relaxing, and we have to understand that she is very tired as it is 10.30 and she hasn't slept enough all week, and she refuses to listen to our music in that condition. Anyway, we can listen to the CD on my MP3 player in my room. Oh my, why didn't I punch her nose or something? We just sat there watching her TV programme until she finally went to bed at around 11.30 and left us alone with the question "Are you not going to sleep now, it's late?" (Because you know, we have to sleep in the sitting room as my room is practically the size of a prison cell.) And now I doubt that we should move in with her at all.
Well, about today. You know, it was rainy, windy, and chilly. I made scrambled eggs for myself and my boyfriend ate strudels, then he went home and I had my hair cut and visited some boutiques. In the afternoon I played Desperados (yet another addictive computer game), then we went to the orchestra session. Finally, we went to Beldor, where he had a cheeseburger and I lovely burritos.
I haven't dared facing the horrors of being 25, yet. At the moment I'm happy that the week's over and excited because of my new presents.

P.S. I also bought P.S. I love you because the bookshop emailed me this week that it had arrived for me.