they say it's your birthday

Yes. I listened to Birthday today while walking to school. Thanks Paul McCartney.

Nothing essentially uneventful has happened today- in the morning, mom and I went to Starbucks, she got a pumpkin spice latte and a scone and then at school, Frazier gave me a book, Sense & Sensibilit & Sea Monsters and some cookies. Aand. At lunch me & mom went to the grocery store- got some chicken strips and a drink and some candy and my "cake", which is a cheesecake, and she bought me some flowers. :D Pretty blue ones. Andthenso. My English teacher sang Happy Birthday to me but his twisted version 'death and dying everywhere, but it's your birthday, sin and sorrow' in a monotone voice into a toy microphone. Pretty epic.

I'm testing a theory- will my father call me and wish me a happy birthday? Mhmm. I mean-- it's my DAD, I'll be lucky if when he picks us up for the concert tomorrow night he says "wasn't yesterday your birthday or somethin"
later: 6:50 so after that bit up there, me and H went off for candy and strawberry cigarillos, which I couldn't technically buy since I don't have a state ID with a picture, so I gave her the money and she bought them, then we went and sat by the river and smoked them- it was weird. And tasted icky. We smoked one each and then, coughing, went to Arby's for getting-the-taste-out. While at Arby's- my phone rings. So I answer it and here is the following conversation.
Dude: Hi, is this Alyssa?
Me: (thinking it was the guy who’s the leader of a program I’m in) Yeah. Hi.
Dude: Hi, I’m (so and so), I’m the new (city) AirForce recruiter…
Me: Oh. Oh HO. Yeah?
Dude: Yeah and I was wondering what you were doing after graduating high school..
Me: Um. No idea. (distracted by Arby’s lady giving me food and my friend going ‘who?’) But I’m not really thinking, uh, military, cos, like, I’m not really in shape and I’ve got scoliosis, too.
AirForce dude: (some blabbering on how that wouldn’t really stop me from joining up) so what are you interested in after highschool?
Me: (wondering what sort of nerve this guy has to be calling me on my 18th birthday and inquiring) (also, HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER) I dunno, I’m not really interested in anything, I don’t really…do anything, y’know.
AirForce JerkFace: What, you don’t do anything for fun or anything?
Me: Oh well of course I do things for FUN I mean.
Jerkface: So like what?
Me: Ahh…(mouthing to friend, ‘it’s the effing AIRFORCE) I knit.
Sergeant Jackass: You knit?
Me: I knit.
Captain Douchebag: Well, (losing where this conversation is going) you could use your knitting expertise and..knit..parachutes…
Me, sarcastically: Yeah, I’m gonna knit parachutes for the Airforce.
Seriously, This Guy’s Problem, What The Hell: Okay you don’t really knit do you, you’re just kidding with me.
Me, dead effing serious: NO. I KNIT. I REALLY DO.
Getting Fed Up With My B.S.: Okay well…are you interested in the Airforce at all, you don’t have to be, no pressure, so…
Me: Nah not really. Thanks for calling.
Just Wasted Five Minutes Of His Life On Some Weird Teenager: alright thanks bye.


Weirrd. And so,yeah, my dad did finally call. :D Yay! He likes me. And and he's taking us to dinner before we go to the Kansas concert. Oh did I mention, I'm going to a Kansas concert. The band, y'know, Dust In the Wind and Carry On My Wayward Son. No. I don't know any more songs of theirs. Does it matter?
Oh, I'm wearing a flashing Tiara Crown mom got me at Wal-Mart for a buck. I'm...not sure if it's stoppped flashing, but it wouldn't stop earlier.

18 somewhere

Here it's 10 but somewhere it's midnight and so somewhere, it's the 8th and so I'm 18 somewhere. Faulty logic. I'm actually not to gung-ho about this, this whole big 18 thing-- but y'know whatever.
Actually I've pretty much gotten all my birthday presents- Beatles Rock Band back in September and today, mom took me to k-mart and I picked out a Snuggie. Yes. a Snuggie. GO AHEAD AND LAUGH. It is dark green. I am wondrously warm. Ridiculous. And a chocolate bar and a pillow, but the pillow doesn't really count cos Blake got a pillow, too.

And Frazier (teacher i know real good) says if I'm early to school tomorrow, she'll give me a present- otherwise I have to wait for afterschool. And apparently there is a special 'early morning' prize. And Margo, who's in choir with me, was like, you better show up on time for choir, too. (I'm often late to choir due to the fact it's all the fucking way across school) and it took me a minute but then I remembered what class it was- they're gonna efffing siiing. I was like- MARGO WHY also mr legg doesn't even know who i AM and she's like, I TOLD HIM WHO YOU WERE aka the girl who's always late or not even there. And mom is taking me for a coffee during lunch and we're having steak for dinner but something or another, oh we're going to Spokane this weekend so that's why we're not going out. Exciting 18th- OH right, I think me and H are gonna go pick up some smokes or whatnot, just for kicks.

So in other news, I have the same birthday as Johnny Ramone. Which is kickass. I love the Ramones. I need to get a book on them. Damnit, I am such a fuggin' dork when I think of a band I like, I don't think of getting a CD of theirs- I think of getting a book on them. On the other hand, I really want I Me Mine by George Harrison. Oh! Maybe we can go by a Borders or Barnes&Noble in the city this weekend...

I love this Snuggie.