Sunday, December 9, 2012

Birthday (And Feeling Like Shit on the Weekend)

So my birthday was on Friday and it was fun considering I didn't do anything special. I turned 18 and I can now smoke cigarettes (even though I never will, and they smell awful :P).
It was a "B" day at my school, so I got to go to all my fun classes for the day. My first class was Video Production and we went to Dentistry to record bits for the safety video that we've been working on. At the end of recording they gave us some toothbrushes and candy (I could see what they were doing, giving us candy so we would have to come back because of the cavities :P).
Then I went to art. I told one of my friends that it was my birthday and she announced it to the entire class and made them sing for me. One of the girls walked up and asked me how old I was. When I told her she said "ok, I won't touch you then" and walked away. I was stuck silent for a few seconds and then couldn't stop laughing.
When I got home I found that my aunt had left presents for me on the stairs. I waited until after dinner to open them and found that everything they bought me was Nightmare Before Christmas themed (that's the only thing that my family KNOWS that I will like). There was a yahtzee game, some knee high socks, and some Jack and Sally pins.

My mom claimed that the jacket she had bought me the week before and my new Hello Kitty bag were my birthday presents. She had gotten sick of seeing me walk around in my old jacket because it was covered in cat hair. We were at the mall so I went to go look for a jacket. I had tried looking at JC Penney's but I didn't see anything that I liked. My mom texted me to go and find her, and then asked me if I had found anything yet. She apparently wasn't really listening for an answer because she asked repeatedly and I kept giving her the same "NOT YET."
Finally she told me to keep looking and I wandered away. I walked into Hot Topic to see if they had any jackets and found one that I liked in two seconds flat. Apparently my family was following me because they suddenly showed up behind me and asked if I had found anything. Let's just say it was the fastest time it had ever taken for me to find a jacket that I liked (and it was 50% off, which made it the cheapest jacket I'd ever found).
My new jacket is all black and goes to my knees. It was one long zipper that goes all the way to the bottom over my left breast with a skulls and crossbones zipper. The sleeves also have zippers on the end of them and there is a ribbon corset on the back. This is one bad ass jacket :D.

The day after my birthday I realized that I was sick. Whenever someone in my family gets sick, it spreads to the rest of the family like the plague and doesn't leave until we've all felt like crap. I feel sore all over, I'm cold all the time, and I'm coughing constantly (which makes my head hurt more).
If I though it felt bad to be sick on the weekend, then tomorrow is going to be hell. When you're at home, you don't have much to distract you from the crappy feeling. But when you're at school, the blinding fluorescent lights, the loud voices, and the necessity to be focused makes you feel even worse. The medicine I've been taking hasn't done anything but make my sleep schedule wonky (I fell asleep at 2 yesterday and woke up at noon this morning).
It didn't really help that I had to go outside to work on my photojournalism project. My assignment was to take a picture portraying the teenage use of marijuana. What I did was wrap oregano in printer paper and light it. The smell was awful and the "joint" wouldn't smoke enough to my liking (such is the difficulty of the photographer lifestyle :P). 
I still feel kind of bad, but I'm gonna fight through it until it passes (or kill my cousins for yelling into my ears all day when my head already hurts).


On the upside, my blog has reached over 1,000 views. This makes me happy because it means that people are actually looking at this and not completely ignoring my rambling. Thank you guys for reading my blog :D

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