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Everyone in my family is sick. I'm sitting outside with my laptop (and two lazy cats pacing back and forth in front of me waiting for me to let them back inside) avoiding all the madness. Actually, it's not madness, it's more laying on the couch and asking for things. I'm not feeling the greatest either so I guess the fresh air will do me some good.
As I sit here I think about what I should be doing instead. I have a paper due for Mira on Monday that I haven't started, I have to read 2 acts of Romeo and Juliet for Thurber, I could be reading drafts of my fellow Creative Non-Fiction students, but instead I've decided to sit out here, doing nothing. It's relaxing, and really nice out.
My birthday is in a few weeks. I'll be 21, yay?! Everyone is all excited it seems and they all want to be a part of it. I'm really not a big fan of birthdays so it seems like I'm just along for the ride. They've decided we're going to Lazlo's on Thursday then Tico's on the weekend, then I guess we're going to have a karaoke party - or Carrieoke party as it's usually called Coryoke since he always hosts them - sometime that weekend as well. It's like this because I have a lot of different groups of friends and since everyone feels that they must be involved but they don't all know each other or get along I'm forced to have multiple parties. I really don't do birthdays and I know I should be excited for this one since it's kind of a landmark or whatever but apparently I have no choice in the matter. You would think that since this makes me officially an adult that I would have some say, but no. I got hosed. I have to fake excitement on multiple occasions as people make me sing and blow out candles then try and get me drunk. Have I mentioned how much I love birthdays. The drinking won't be so bad, it's the constant singing that bothers me.
We have this thing in our church now where they sing to the people whose birthdays are during the week, after the service. It's messed up. You don't sing Happy Birthday in a church, that's just not right. I always try to avoid the Sundays around my birthday but since my mother is all Queen of Ladies Aid - I can never remember the word 'President' so I labeled her Queen once and it stuck and caught on, now she hates me for it, then my dad was elected Chairman of the church so now apparently I'm the princess, shoot me in the face - the Sunday that I do show up, may it be weeks afterward, she still makes them sing. It's frustrating but my brother does the same thing that I do. I'm glad I'm not alone in the matter.
Wow, this is really long and you've probably given up reading this by now anyway, I tend to ramble when I'm in this kind of mindset so I'm gonna stop rambling here and go ramble somewhere else.
-CK