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I turned sixteen yesterday. And I was far too busy to post!
I went to school, I was already a seasoned “thank you” giver, because I had woken up at 5:30 and the phone calls from India came rushing in, as if they had kept a tracker on me! And many more people had said happy birthday to me as soon as I got off the school bus.
I already knew a few people had birthdays the same day as I did, but the number of people that I discovered that shared my birthday was overwhleming! We went to Chevys for a dinner with a about 20 of my friends, and they do that whole shabang, with a Mexican hat and clapping and cheering and bringing out my cake. But it happened 4 times before it happened to me! It was funny.
Well, I also got many lovely presents, like a Domo-kun doll, super sweet headphones, money, clothes, lotions and potions, etc. I had lots of fun yesterday. I was very tired when I got home, but I can’t ever stop smiling about it.
But the night before my birthday, you can begin to understand how nervous I was! I had about ten thousand butterflies in my stomach, and and felt like crying. I have never felt like that about a birthday. And I was calm and happy yesterday, just as I have always been.
Now, I need to be responsible of my responsibility. Although not yet grown up, I am getting there. Sixteen…What a scary number.
That was a horrible day. I didn’t turn in an essay, a poem, and an already late homework assignment. I haven’t really been able to get it together. I just want a break from homework so I can take a minute and breathe.
Should the leap day signify something? An extra day every four years…at the end of the month of love. I don’t know. I don’t quite feel like analyzing today. And that isn’t good when I’ve got to write an analytical essay on a book which every sentence has some sort of symbolism.
I walk around with the most vacant expression…Where is my head?
My birthday is soon. I’m making invitations…I thought just going to Cancun would be nice. But my mom is pushing a party, too. SO here I am. Making invitations.
It is dull, and I’m not making it any better.
