Just dandy

I'm sixteen today.

Mom and Dad got me a bouquet.

Yay.


I should stop accidentally rhyming things.

Okay.

Woke up still sleepy this morning from the late night cramming last night. No, I still haven't labeled my books, but I slugged them over to school anyway. I realize that Monday isn't a good day for a birthday. Especially when you have half a mind to tell people to go away, leave you alone to curl up in bed. My sisters and Dad and Mom kept piping up "Haaaappy birthday!", which was alright, though it felt a bit surreal, because this wasn't the way I imagined my sixteen-year-old birthday morning to be. Maybe because I was still groggy or whatever, but their greetings took a while to register properly, and me to nod and go "Yes, it's a wonderful day, isn't it?"-- those moments, I felt like I completely stepped out of myself and was watching them greet some other person.

People wished me a happy birthday in school, which was sweet of them. Maybe some of you are wondering why I never tell anyone; mostly it's because unexpected attention makes me want to shrivel up and hide under a rock due to embarrassment. Haha, sounds like my birthday is accidental. Plus I don't know how to thank people properly enough; I feel that mumbling thank you's to everyone seems quite lacking. Sorry for that. I end up looking pained, which isn't really the most grateful face I can put on.

We talked about Rizal in Filipino class-- on his birthday (although Ms. Esguerra never mentioned it). Did she forget, I wonder?

We had to make a Timeline of My Life in History class. Mine looked like this:

1990- June 19: I was born

And then several dates down...

2006- June 19: Currently writing a timeline of my whole existence for history class, while celebrating exactly sixteen years of being alive at this moment. (2:40 pm)

What a coincidence.

We had pizza for dinner. I still had to wash the dishes, but it was okay since it wasn't much. I'm getting things done my way anyway, so I figured that I might as well help around.