I turned 15 two days ago. It's not too different from 14, I gotta say, except apparently, your little brother (doesn't matter if he's 17, he'll always be my little brother) decides to be a little ballsy and make cupcakes of the spiders from Middle Earth, thinking he's being so funny. Still. This was definitely one of my better birthdays spent, even though it's the second time I celebrated it on some kind of ship.
My day was still good, because I have the best boyfriend ever, and also the mostly okayest brother ever.