Wednesday, April 11, 2007
9:15 PM
At 6:30 yesterday morning I woke up and tried to ignore the fact that it was my birthday. Taking the advice of a valued friend, I decided just to pretend it's not happening. So, I dressed in my best and packed up for class. I figured at least I'd get to see Andy and maybe he'd remember my birthday. Walking to class I noticed that it was already a dreary day. It didn't really bother me, I like cloudy days because I like the shade of gray it gives to everything. So anyway, I headed to ceramics thinking that today would be a busy day where our teacher would actually teach us something instead of just letting us work on projects. When I got there he told us that all we were really going to do was load the kiln, listen to a presentation, and then we could leave early. Great, real productive. So he let us out of class early leaving me a half hour to kill. I decided that I'd treat myself to a bagel and a Naked and actually have breakfast. It was actually okay. My mood perked up a little and I got ready to go to Mythology. I was excited to see Andy, as he's become one of my favorites lately. When I got to class, he wasn't there, which was weird because he's usually early. About a minute before class starts, he finally shows up. By then I was tired and had a good 15 minutes to wallow in my sorrows about my birthday. I kept expecting him to realize it was my birthday, as we had talked about it last week, but I never said anything mostly because I don't like making people feel bad when they forget it and because I just didn't want to talk about it. Both of us were in a bad mood and slept through most of the class. By the time class let out, I was ready to just go home. When I got outside it had started to rain. And I had to walk by myself because Andy had to ask the teacher some questions. It was then, walking alone, through the rain, on my birthday, that I hit rock bottom. But the best part about that, is that when you hit rock bottom, there's no where to go but up, right? Which is exactly what it did. By the time I got home, I had dried off a little and I made myself some lunch, took a shower and watched some O.C. I was already feeling better. Then at three, I met my brother and we headed to Grand Island to meet the parents for supper. I got a new comforter (exactly the one I wanted), new shoes (because the bottom broke off the ones I was wearing and it made a clicking sound the entire time we were in the store. it must have really bothered my mom because she was the one to suggest new shoes), and I got some money to use when I go visit Kayla this summer. That was the best gift of all of them. It really means a lot to me that I get to go to St. Louis this summer to visit her and knowing that they not only support, but also fund the trip makes me feel a lot better about it. I'm so excited. So, after my morning of sulking, it turned out to be a pretty good day. And even though Andy didn't remember my birthday Joe from ceramics did. It's weird. We have so much in common, but yet so many differences. He's a really nice guy, though. I was working on my ceramics until 1AM on Sunday and Joe was there as well. We talked a lot. We have similar music tastes. I think he was kind of surprised. Anyway, the day went better than I thought it would.