Quinze

Yes, fifteen Pipitte, not eighteen. Don't get ahead of yourself when it comes to your perception of your free-ranging entitlements... It is getting harder and harder to keep you within the confines of the Raheny home. I know we are incredibly boring boomers, especially compared to your highly entertaining idiotic friends, but still... 
It is a pleasure when we have you around. Always loud, and funny, and energetic, and loud, and chatty, and noisy, and loud. The house is definitely different when you are not around. Not as lively. Or loud. 

Your growing disinterest in all things school-related (well, the academic part of school anyway) is directly proportional to your ever growing popularity as an entertainer (including for your teachers). I think you should start a YouTube channel in the hope of monetising your imitation, comedy and caricature talents. I suppose it may be a strategic move on your part. All the antiquated skills that they teach you in school are already almost all replaceable by AI now. Yet I do not think there is a famous AI standup comedian (not just yet anyway). 
I really wish that you stopped vaping, because that is 120% not a good move. 
A lesser wish is that your predilection for knackerwear is just a passing phase and that you won't always look like someone about to throw a petrol bomb inside a Luas or smash your way into JD sport for looted tacky Nike runners. 
Anyway, the more I tell you not to, the more attractive you seem to find it. Oh, the joys of parenting, and knowing better, and yet being wrong almost all the time. 
Happy birthday Pipiteen. Have a fabulous birthday. With your all-important mates, and spice bags, and Club orange (hopefully) not mixed with anything else. And no vaping. Pleeeeease.