Happy Birthday!
May. 15th, 2005 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaMy birthday actually turned out pretty darn well today. It just had to get going, I guess.
Grama and Winston showed up on time, and they brought me gifts: a little tube of mini M&Ms, a graduation-themed Class of 2005 owl beanie babies named Smarty who is VERY soft and very cute (with big eyes just like Tory's! Lol . . . ), a book about leaving home which almost made me cry when I tried to read it (and so I had to stop, lol . . . ), about $50 worth of gift certificates to Target (all in separate $10 cards ^_^), and a very nice leather-bound address book ^_^
Tiffany called right before the YHO concert, and I have to get her her $5 or whatever since I couldn't FIND the tickets, lol . . . but still, she came! Yea!
We went, and at first I thought no one had particularly remembered that it was my birthday, but Tory told all her friends, just sort of randomly and stiltedly, and so then they would each wish me Happy Birthday, of course, lol . . . and Alice hugged my backstage before the senior introductions, and that made me feel very loved. Lindsey always wished me Happy Birthday when she saw that, too ^_^
I felt bad because that Emily girl who used to sit next to me once upon a time, Amanda (the one from the lake)'s friend, was crying. I asked her if she was okay, and she said no, and then I asked what was wrong, and she wouldn't say, and then I offered her a tissue and she said that she didn't want one or need one. She then mentioned something about an abusive relationship and "not wanting to do that all over again," and I patted her shoulder and just sort of stood there sympathetically, but there wasn't much else I can do.
God, I want so much to save everybody, but there's only so much I can do. I never seem to have enough time or possess enough strength to make everybody feel better every time I encounter them upset. Yet when I do have the time and the willingness and motivation from the other person, I make the full effort, and it usually helps-- it's just that I feel half-baked and superficial when I can't do that full-fledged act.
Anyway, we played the concert, and it was okay. It certainly wasn't stellar, and it got better as we went. The Carnival of the Animals was absolutely terrible. The piano got off, and the violins started too late during "The Tortoise." It was bad . . . The Sylvia ballet stunk a lot, too, but, then again, it always did, and nobody really liked it (though the Bugs Bunny-reminiscent Pizzicati was okay). At least Danse Macabre was okay, but everybody likes that song, and Pavanne and Selections From "A Chorus Line" were good, as usual, too. At least we ended on a much better note than we started.
I was the last one to go up during the senior introductions. I sounded like the stupidest of the lot, because I had to fill out my form during just one rehearsal rather than the whole week the rest of them got, and so I forgot all of the names of my scholarships (plus most of them just didn't even go to the school I decided to go to, lol . . . ), and so I just didn't put any down.
Though Mrs. Corey remembered it was my birthday, and mentioned that in my senior introduction, lol . . . so I felt awkward, but it was okay. Dr. Inglefield was like, "Congratulations. We'll miss you; you've been here a long time." I really haven't, at least not compared to a lot of the good people, and I'm not even that good. I'm not really a loss. I think Dr. Inglefield just actually liked me somewhat, which, well, considering how bitter he can be and towards so many of his students, makes me feel good.
Then it was reception time. Papa and Jana and Grama and Winston and my whole family was there, and Tiffany and her buddy Eric came upstairs and had some cake, and Tiffany was excited about her crazy nails (she kept tapping them on everything, lol . . . ). She gave me her gift: A Barbie that looks like me, dressed in a very '50s-looking outfit. Lol, Tiffany, I love you . . . Yea for us Peter Pan Complex people, lol . . . (just don't let us turn out like Michael Jackson . . . *shudders* . . . ). There was a funny card with it, and a big purple bow Tiffany was quite proud of. I also had my YHO senior gift to open, which was a dictionary of musical terms and a pink lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipop, lol . . .
Robert was there and Tory followed him around, stalking him and doing the crab face, lol . . .
We then went to Elcona for dinner. However, I had to follow Dad there, since I had my car, and I didn't know how to get to Elcona from the Elco (lol, so many places with very similar names . . . ).
HE TOOK ME ON A HIGHWAY AND TRAUMATIZED ME!!!
First of all, he had to stop, because he went through a yellow light, and I couldn't go through it, obviously. Then, we merged. I HATE MERGING!!! There were cars and I was freaking out, and I felt seriously faint, and I told Neil-- the only other person riding in this car with me-- and he told me, "Please don't." I got a little dirty with the language in front of him, which I didn't mean, but I seriously thought I was going to die . . . to die on my 18th birthday, lol . . .
I yelled at Dad about it when we got there. He pretended like he didn't know that I was so afraid of merging.
We were practically the only people there. It was a special grilling night, and they grilled stuff right out on the porch. We would have been able to eat out there, too, but it was too cold. Still, it was delicious. I had this awesome teriyaki-glazed chicken and shrimp shish kabob, and there was a big "salad bar" thing that came with it, with pickles and salads (like the noodle and such kind ^_^) and deviled eggs and cookies and brownies and side dishes galore. I got very full, and it was all very good!
Then, just as I thought it was all over, the people came out from the back with a strawberry cheesecake with a candle on top for my birthday. I couldn't eat but a bite, but I ate the strawberries, which were just perfectly the way that I like them, still white in the centers so that they're firm, and tart and sweet at the same time. I have saved it for later. People are welcome to share, seeing as how it's cheesecake, but I do insist on having some ^_^
It was a great night, really. I felt so loved, with both sets of grandparents (well, Grama and her boyfriend on one side, but Winston really is like a grandfather, even if they aren't married ^_^) there.
Driving home was much nicer and easier. I took the easier, usual way home, and didn't need to follow anybody ^_^
All in all, a nice day in all!
Though, hey-- somebody email me before midnight tonight, so I can say I got another email besides that crappy mean one ^_^
Grama and Winston showed up on time, and they brought me gifts: a little tube of mini M&Ms, a graduation-themed Class of 2005 owl beanie babies named Smarty who is VERY soft and very cute (with big eyes just like Tory's! Lol . . . ), a book about leaving home which almost made me cry when I tried to read it (and so I had to stop, lol . . . ), about $50 worth of gift certificates to Target (all in separate $10 cards ^_^), and a very nice leather-bound address book ^_^
Tiffany called right before the YHO concert, and I have to get her her $5 or whatever since I couldn't FIND the tickets, lol . . . but still, she came! Yea!
We went, and at first I thought no one had particularly remembered that it was my birthday, but Tory told all her friends, just sort of randomly and stiltedly, and so then they would each wish me Happy Birthday, of course, lol . . . and Alice hugged my backstage before the senior introductions, and that made me feel very loved. Lindsey always wished me Happy Birthday when she saw that, too ^_^
I felt bad because that Emily girl who used to sit next to me once upon a time, Amanda (the one from the lake)'s friend, was crying. I asked her if she was okay, and she said no, and then I asked what was wrong, and she wouldn't say, and then I offered her a tissue and she said that she didn't want one or need one. She then mentioned something about an abusive relationship and "not wanting to do that all over again," and I patted her shoulder and just sort of stood there sympathetically, but there wasn't much else I can do.
God, I want so much to save everybody, but there's only so much I can do. I never seem to have enough time or possess enough strength to make everybody feel better every time I encounter them upset. Yet when I do have the time and the willingness and motivation from the other person, I make the full effort, and it usually helps-- it's just that I feel half-baked and superficial when I can't do that full-fledged act.
Anyway, we played the concert, and it was okay. It certainly wasn't stellar, and it got better as we went. The Carnival of the Animals was absolutely terrible. The piano got off, and the violins started too late during "The Tortoise." It was bad . . . The Sylvia ballet stunk a lot, too, but, then again, it always did, and nobody really liked it (though the Bugs Bunny-reminiscent Pizzicati was okay). At least Danse Macabre was okay, but everybody likes that song, and Pavanne and Selections From "A Chorus Line" were good, as usual, too. At least we ended on a much better note than we started.
I was the last one to go up during the senior introductions. I sounded like the stupidest of the lot, because I had to fill out my form during just one rehearsal rather than the whole week the rest of them got, and so I forgot all of the names of my scholarships (plus most of them just didn't even go to the school I decided to go to, lol . . . ), and so I just didn't put any down.
Though Mrs. Corey remembered it was my birthday, and mentioned that in my senior introduction, lol . . . so I felt awkward, but it was okay. Dr. Inglefield was like, "Congratulations. We'll miss you; you've been here a long time." I really haven't, at least not compared to a lot of the good people, and I'm not even that good. I'm not really a loss. I think Dr. Inglefield just actually liked me somewhat, which, well, considering how bitter he can be and towards so many of his students, makes me feel good.
Then it was reception time. Papa and Jana and Grama and Winston and my whole family was there, and Tiffany and her buddy Eric came upstairs and had some cake, and Tiffany was excited about her crazy nails (she kept tapping them on everything, lol . . . ). She gave me her gift: A Barbie that looks like me, dressed in a very '50s-looking outfit. Lol, Tiffany, I love you . . . Yea for us Peter Pan Complex people, lol . . . (just don't let us turn out like Michael Jackson . . . *shudders* . . . ). There was a funny card with it, and a big purple bow Tiffany was quite proud of. I also had my YHO senior gift to open, which was a dictionary of musical terms and a pink lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipop, lol . . .
Robert was there and Tory followed him around, stalking him and doing the crab face, lol . . .
We then went to Elcona for dinner. However, I had to follow Dad there, since I had my car, and I didn't know how to get to Elcona from the Elco (lol, so many places with very similar names . . . ).
HE TOOK ME ON A HIGHWAY AND TRAUMATIZED ME!!!
First of all, he had to stop, because he went through a yellow light, and I couldn't go through it, obviously. Then, we merged. I HATE MERGING!!! There were cars and I was freaking out, and I felt seriously faint, and I told Neil-- the only other person riding in this car with me-- and he told me, "Please don't." I got a little dirty with the language in front of him, which I didn't mean, but I seriously thought I was going to die . . . to die on my 18th birthday, lol . . .
I yelled at Dad about it when we got there. He pretended like he didn't know that I was so afraid of merging.
We were practically the only people there. It was a special grilling night, and they grilled stuff right out on the porch. We would have been able to eat out there, too, but it was too cold. Still, it was delicious. I had this awesome teriyaki-glazed chicken and shrimp shish kabob, and there was a big "salad bar" thing that came with it, with pickles and salads (like the noodle and such kind ^_^) and deviled eggs and cookies and brownies and side dishes galore. I got very full, and it was all very good!
Then, just as I thought it was all over, the people came out from the back with a strawberry cheesecake with a candle on top for my birthday. I couldn't eat but a bite, but I ate the strawberries, which were just perfectly the way that I like them, still white in the centers so that they're firm, and tart and sweet at the same time. I have saved it for later. People are welcome to share, seeing as how it's cheesecake, but I do insist on having some ^_^
It was a great night, really. I felt so loved, with both sets of grandparents (well, Grama and her boyfriend on one side, but Winston really is like a grandfather, even if they aren't married ^_^) there.
Driving home was much nicer and easier. I took the easier, usual way home, and didn't need to follow anybody ^_^
All in all, a nice day in all!
Though, hey-- somebody email me before midnight tonight, so I can say I got another email besides that crappy mean one ^_^
