I don't really put that much stock in birthdays.
Who really wants to celebrate getting older?
Not me. Weird as it may seem, I really don't want to celebrate getting older. Swimming times get harder, for one. Also, I have to get older, and being older is hard.
Also, what's special about birthdays? Every day, I am a certain age, and on my birthday, that happens to just be a nice, even number.
Well, nice, even numbers are nice and even, but I don't believe they are special.
I didn't tell anyone it was my birthday. 2 reasons.
1. I wanted to see if anyone would remember.
2. I wanted to see what having no birthday was like.
So, today was very funny.
My alarm went off late. I didn't have time for breakfast or a shower.
In PE, I discovered that my locker was actually not mine anymore. My lock and my clothes were gone, and someone else's stuff and lock had replaced them. They weren't in the lost and found, so I think they're gone.
I'm still wondering what happened here.
In Geometry, I was ravenous because I hadn't eaten breakfast. We were working on a project, so I ate as I worked. Then, Shelby's ex, Jonah, comes up and takes my sandwich. I had 2 nutrigrain bars for me.
"Ok, have you ever thought, for just ONE TINY SECOND, THAT MAYBE THE REASON I'M EATING RIGHT NOW IS BECAUSE I'M FREAKIN STARVING, AND I DIDN'T EAT BREAKFAST, AND YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY HUNGRY ONE HERE!!!!!!!!???" I said.
I wish I did. I let him take it. I can't say no to anyone for anything.
So, after school, we had the meeting for school swimming. Then I left my athletic info behind. I have to get it tommorow, or I can't swim starting on Monday...
Then, someone from the meeting hitched a ride with me, and he lives far away. I didn't get home till 4:00. I had to take a quick shower, and get out the door at 4:15 to go to a soccer game.
The ride should have been 30 minutes, but 15 minutes in, at 4:30, we ran into the worst traffic of my life. The remaining 15 minutes was stretched out into 2 hours.
After we get through all the traffic, we need gas. As we're heading for the gas, my brother starts telling my mom to stop being such an incourteous driver. They start arguing.
At the gas station, my brother decides to run the last mile to the stadium. He takes his ticket and goes. Me and my mom leave too. A quarter mile out, she realizes she has the parking pass. I bring it back uphill, in the rain, a quarter of a mile to the gas station, where my dad has the car.
I decide to ride with him. A few minutes out, my mom calls me and says she has my ticket. I get out, and run back to the gas station, then go down the hill chasing after her, with her big lead.
On the way down, my shoe came off in a puddle of water and I fell down.
I started laughing. Harder and harder. It was really funny. It was my birthday. Birthdays are supposed to be fun, right? By all signs, I should have been having a TERRIBLE day, based on everything that happened, and everything working against me.
BUT, it was ironically THESE that were making me have a great day.
I'll stop here. I could describe everything else, but it would probably bore you, if it hasn't already.
I had a good time, which was weird, because it seems like every sign should say that I should have had a BAD time today...
It was so funny though...