Today is my seventeenth birthday.
It’s the first birthday I’ve ever had that involved real live people wishing me a happy birthday on the actual day of my birthday. (Used the word “birthday” too many times in that last sentence, it’s making the whole thing look really weird.) My two freshmen buddies in geo class were really nice about it, as was my precalc friend C, who also told me he felt like he should get me something, but I told him of course he doesn’t have to. What kind of person would I be if I expected gifts from people I’ve known for a week of school?
I don’t expect gifts from anyone but family members anyway, because that’s just how birthdays always have been for me.
School is actually fun. Except physics, physics is never going to be fun. Geo and history are great, especially history because the teacher is kind of crazy and weird. Precalc is easy, accounting is bizarrely fun, and I don’t know what the heck I’m doing in computer programming, but I should probably try to.
There are two nice girls in physics, five really nice people (all freshmen, but they’re really friendly) in geo, two nice people in history, one really really nice girl in English, no really friendly people in accounting, two girls in computer programming, and one super nice guy in both academic success and precalculus. I really love being around J, in English–she’s new to the school, too–and C, from precalculus, because he’s really awesomely friendly and helpful and easy to hang out with.
It actually hasn’t been a bad birthday. Not too bad. Not my worst.
I saw a cat yesterday in a Petco that I really really really wanted to adopt. Her name is Ziggy, she’s ten, and she’s black and white with yellow-green eyes. I fell in love with her the minute I saw her and I just wanted to take her out of her cage AND PET HER AND LOVE HER AND TAKE HER HOME but alas we live in an apartment and I’m leaving for college in two years so I can’t be adopting anything now. I FELT SO BAD ABOUT LEAVING ZIGGY ALONE IN THAT BIG EMPTY CAGE THOUGH AND I JUST WANT TO GO BACK AND LIKE PET HER ALL DAY SO SHE WON’T BE LONELY BECAUSE SHE STARTED RUBBING HER HEAD ON THE GLASS WHERE MY HAND WAS WHEN SHE SAW ME AND I COULDN’T PET HER JUST UGGHHHHHH~~~~~
Anyway, it’ll be a while before I write anything again, so have a good week, and stay chill.