Whenever I have a birthday, I always forget I'm a year older and when I'm asked for my age, I always write down the age I was the day before. I don't know if it's weird, but when I was at the gym today, when Mr. Elliptical asked me my age, I thought "Hmm...this is the last time I'll be putting in 18."
I was thinking about this the other day. Unless you live in Canada (and drink, I suppose), 19 is the LAMEST BIRTHDAY EVER! How the hell can it possibly be memorable??
I have an idea:
CELEBRATE IT IN REHAB!
Seriously. Who says "Yeah, my 18th birthday was okay, but 19!! MAN! THAT was a kick ass birthday."
ANGIE. THAT'S WHO.
I don't technically celebrate the big 1-9 until tomorrow, but since I'm going out tomorrow night, we celebrated tonight at the HG. Aimee made me a sweet-ass paper crown that I wore during dinner. It kind of obscured my vision and I would consider it a driving hazard, but I enjoyed wearing it nonetheless. I plan on wearing it all day tomorrow. The girls got me presents...one bag containing my own stuff, which they found hilarious. I pulled out my right loafer (to which Melissa said "Angie, I thought of you the other day! I saw an 80-year-old man wearing your shoe!"), a tube of toothpaste, my dinosaur stuffed animal, and my broken iPod. Oh, the HG. Hilarious...24/7.
But Nicola made me this gorgeous card and got me a candle and two blessing rings (one with an owl!!!!), Aimee got me a Starbucks coffee mug ("Angie, you were SO obvious! You were like 'Oh, I love this! It would make the perfect birthday present!'"), and Casey painted a picture frame with a painted napkin (hahahaha) inside with my name on it. And Adrienne got me a cute pink shirt that I will be wearing tomorrow.
And Mother Nature got me a present as well! This may make some of you uncomfortable, but I got it last night. And REJOICED. It was during activity planning, and I ran into the living room and shouted "OH MY GOD!! I DON'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT AND IT MAY BE GROSS, BUT I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!"
It's so weird, the things we celebrate here. Everyone was like "Oh my Gosh! Congratulations!" Ahhh. It's been a long, dry 11 months.
ANNND if that isn't exciting enough, we're getting pedicures tomorrow after therapy in celebration of my birthing!! Thank God. My feet are in DRASTIC need of some loving.
So I finally got my textbook for my Microsoft Excel class today. The class started two weeks ago and I haven't done any homework. I got an email from my professor this morning saying "If you don't have your homework turned in by Friday, I'm dropping you from the course." After getting the book, I discovered I had 7 projects due by Friday. As in 48 hours. And yeah, the first project? 72 PAGES LONG.
I actually started it. I have no idea why. And I'm on page 47. So I called my mom and said "Is there any way I can drop the class and take something in summer school so I get 12 credits?" I decided I'll probably take a class that starts in March to make up for this. There's no way in hell I'm spending my birthday doing homework.
I was SO stressed when I woke up today. I made a To-Do List.
1. Find a place to live.
2. Homework.
Well, I got those both solved. I'll be staying at the HG for about a week or two more, until I can find an apartment. There's some housing around Grossmont that I want to check out when my mom visits, and a lot have month-to-month leases, so if it's really ghetto, at least I won't be there for long. I'm really, REALLY hoping Casey decides to stay. I think that living with her would be a very, very good thing.
Laura's leaving tomorrow and this saddens me to no end. She's the first one in our group to go. It won't be the same without her constant laughter and her sweet demeanor. ESM's last day is tomorrow too. I know I'll probably be sobbing when I drop Laura off at the airport. Barb's coming with me though. Hopefully she'll make me laugh.
Speaking of driving Laura to the airport, apparently she's scared of my driving! We were in the car the other day and I said something, and Barb goes "People in the house are scared of your driving!!!" And then she confessed to me it was Laura. Hmmmm. I've been told that I speed down residential streets but drive like a grandma on the freeway. I like to think I'm an excellent driver, thank you.
Speaking of driving, my mom called me yesterday and FREAKED OUT.
"ANGIE YOU NEED TO GET YOUR CALIFORNIA DRIVER'S LICENSE BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY OTHERWISE IF YOU GET PULLED OVER IT WILL BE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES FOR YOU AND YOUR DAD SAID HE'LL TAKE THE CAR AWAY IF YOU DON'T RENEW YOUR LICENSE!!"
GEEZ. So I looked at the DMV website, and the soonest appointment I could get was tomorrow. ON MY BIRTHDAY. A birthday at the DMV? No, thank you. So I made an appointment for Feb. 20th and told my mom it was the earliest one available. Tee hee.
I really, really am going to miss all my friends in Wisco tomorrow. I love the people here and consider myself very lucky to have everyone, but at the same time it will be my first birthday EVER without certain people. I know some people don't make a big deal out of their birthdays, but I'm not one of them. I LOVE my birthday. It's so exciting to me for some weird-ass reason. All day I walk around with this glowy feeling. Which is DEFINITELY a reason I'm not going to Expressive Arts Therapy tomorrow. HAH! Fuck that. That shit drives me CRAZY.
Aimee made a slide show on a CD of all the pictures she's taken and we're going to watch it tonight after EDA, which is currently going on now. EDA is torturous, which is why I haven't gone since becoming a Transitionee. This evening will involve some shit-tasting decaf coffee (drank in my new mug!!), the slide show, and A DANCE PARTY!! (I REALLY want this one to happen!!).
I must go. My birthday activities are beckoning.
:-)
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