punkymonkey8
if the burden seems too much to bear remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there
It's my birthday, I can cry if I want to....
Happy Birthday to me!!! 17!!! Woot!!!
So here's my birthday so far...I get up bright and early thinking "Yay! It's my birthday! My favorite day of the year!!!" Then I realize that it is dreary outside, and Becky is having a spaz attack...and my day gets worse. It gets slightly better when I get to school, because Shelly remembered and told me happy birthday, and Stopa remembered too. She's awesome because she put a whole packet of "Got Milk?" ads in my band locker, w/ a little note and cartoon she drew me. I already had all but about 4 of the "Got Milk?"s, but at least she gave me a present!!!! Then I was talking to Stopa by my locker, and Deirdre comes up and says, "hey carrie, isn't your birthday coming up?" (not joking, she was serious.) I was like, "Yeah, that'd be today." So then my day got worse because none of my theater friends realized it was my birthday...well I have to say that only a couple people knew when my birthday was...but they forgot. So that depressed me. Then in band Stopa had written a "huge-ass" HAPPY 17TH B-DAY CARRIE!!! on the board....so a couple other people read that and told me happy birthday. Then I complained to Stopa about how everyone forgot...I'm lame I know. So then somehow Steve found out, maybe from Stopa, so he told me happy birthday. So here's the score:
Stopa: 3 (1 for remembering, 1 for the present, 1 for the sign)
Shelly: 1 (for remembering)
Steve: 1 (for somehow realizing through the course of the day)
David: 999 kajillion (for remembering, for trying to call me, and for writing me a song :-)
But then my day obviously got better when I got on here and found out that David tried to call (darn UA people starting school so much later than us!) and that he posted my song. That just made my so far sucky birthday 10 million times better. And considering that after school is done Judy is taking me to Graeter's for my clarinet lesson, David is calling me, and then I get to eat cake ("very very very chocolate w/ peanut butter embellishments" is what I asked my mom for) and open presents, hopefully my birthday is on the uphill climb.
I know I'm really immature for complaining about it...I just always like attention, and I didn't really get much today when I was expecting more. It's probably because my b-day has never been on a weekday since I started school at Thomas, people aren't used to it...or I'll just tell myself that as a cover up for the fact that no one really cares about me!!!! JK...that was overly dramatic. I just wish that some theater people would've remembered at least, and that Laura would...but she never has. Despite the fact that it's in my freakin' e-mail address!!!! I'm selfish I know...but it's my birthday I can cry if I want to.
So positive thinking!!!!! I'm 17!!!!!! Yeah R-rated movies!!!!!! Plus I already have the best birthday present I could ever ask for....;-)
So here's my birthday so far...I get up bright and early thinking "Yay! It's my birthday! My favorite day of the year!!!" Then I realize that it is dreary outside, and Becky is having a spaz attack...and my day gets worse. It gets slightly better when I get to school, because Shelly remembered and told me happy birthday, and Stopa remembered too. She's awesome because she put a whole packet of "Got Milk?" ads in my band locker, w/ a little note and cartoon she drew me. I already had all but about 4 of the "Got Milk?"s, but at least she gave me a present!!!! Then I was talking to Stopa by my locker, and Deirdre comes up and says, "hey carrie, isn't your birthday coming up?" (not joking, she was serious.) I was like, "Yeah, that'd be today." So then my day got worse because none of my theater friends realized it was my birthday...well I have to say that only a couple people knew when my birthday was...but they forgot. So that depressed me. Then in band Stopa had written a "huge-ass" HAPPY 17TH B-DAY CARRIE!!! on the board....so a couple other people read that and told me happy birthday. Then I complained to Stopa about how everyone forgot...I'm lame I know. So then somehow Steve found out, maybe from Stopa, so he told me happy birthday. So here's the score:
Stopa: 3 (1 for remembering, 1 for the present, 1 for the sign)
Shelly: 1 (for remembering)
Steve: 1 (for somehow realizing through the course of the day)
David: 999 kajillion (for remembering, for trying to call me, and for writing me a song :-)
But then my day obviously got better when I got on here and found out that David tried to call (darn UA people starting school so much later than us!) and that he posted my song. That just made my so far sucky birthday 10 million times better. And considering that after school is done Judy is taking me to Graeter's for my clarinet lesson, David is calling me, and then I get to eat cake ("very very very chocolate w/ peanut butter embellishments" is what I asked my mom for) and open presents, hopefully my birthday is on the uphill climb.
I know I'm really immature for complaining about it...I just always like attention, and I didn't really get much today when I was expecting more. It's probably because my b-day has never been on a weekday since I started school at Thomas, people aren't used to it...or I'll just tell myself that as a cover up for the fact that no one really cares about me!!!! JK...that was overly dramatic. I just wish that some theater people would've remembered at least, and that Laura would...but she never has. Despite the fact that it's in my freakin' e-mail address!!!! I'm selfish I know...but it's my birthday I can cry if I want to.
So positive thinking!!!!! I'm 17!!!!!! Yeah R-rated movies!!!!!! Plus I already have the best birthday present I could ever ask for....;-)
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