I checked out a bunch of web pages this morning, and I realized that almost everyone is having a bad week, or a bad month. I feel better knowing it's not just me. Not that I've had a really bad anything. Like today...today kicked ass. I woke up around 10am and messed with my 'puter. I've missed that...I've been so tired since Brian's been here every weekend I haven't had the energy for anything but sleeping when school's done. But he and I talked last night and he's going to let me get to sleep earlier when he visits...and he'll rouse his lazy ass from bed at a decent hour in the morning instead of staying at my house until 4am!

But anyway...I was messing with my 'puter. Then I raced off to my Japanese class after hating my hair for an hour. Guess what! It was CANCELLED!!! Isn't that a lovely thing? You run and hurry, thinking of all the work you didn't do, and the quiz you'll certainly fail, then it's not there! So I smiled and ran back through the nasty cold rain to my car, almost got smashed by an over-eager chick driving a little blue Laser, brand new, of course. Lucky I've watched enough television and a few Jackie Chan movies...I was able to dive out of the way without spilling my soda, killing the old lady with the poodle (Although I did try for that damned poodle), or stepping on any of the girl scouts....what exageration? Me? Never!

Actually I was already in my car...but she did give me a "HEY! MOVE IT!" like it was entirely MY fault she was driving 50 in the tiny parking lot behind Breslin and aiming for a few parked cars! I suppose I shouldn't have been parked in that well-marked space, not moving, with my car keys still not in the ignition. SORRY!!! I love those happy Hofstra drivers!

So I drove my happy little self over to Baldwin High, and sat in the cafeteria a bit, talking to people and enjoying life. I got tons of positive re-enforcement for my hair, and even was told I was "Gorgeous" by an art teacher I never had but knew anyway...long story. She also said that my hair now lets everyone see what stunning eyes I have. I was more than happy. ;) How can I NOT be thrilled when someone who didn't have to say nice things to me, keep me happy, or was going out with me tells me I look great? A genuine, completely neutral compliment! Life is good.

I grabbed a few people and took them to Booger King before dragging them all to their homes...fun. We joked around, scared the three old people who are always in there, and I was cheered up like crazy.

But why was I depressed? I guess I'm just wishing my birthday was going to be cooler. Yep, tomorrow is my birthday...19. And I have to work. I'm going to be out by ten but I'd still love to spend the whole night out partying. ;) My boyfriend will be here, I've got a few people going out to Witches' Brew...a local coffee house -- very gothic, dark, and cool place, and we may or may not play pool later. But I still feel like a loser. I think it's just that birthday depression thing, I get it every year. I end up crying hysterically for about 20 minutes about how I have no friends and my life sucks, then I get over it and I feel better. My birthday should be pretty cool. I've been waiting for it this year...preparing for it. I'm ready. Come on birthday depression! I'm waiting!