Old Rock Day!

Yep, that's what today is! It's what I was looking forward towards yesterday. Admiring old rocks is so exciting, isn't it?

Haha. Just kidding. It is Old Rock Day, but it's also... (drumroll) ... MY BIRTHDAY! YAY! I'm OFFICIALLY FIFTEEN! AND OLD! AND YES, I DO REALIZE THAT I JUST REVEALED PERSONAL INFORMATION ON THE WEB, AND NO, MY CAPS LOCK BUTTON ISN'T MALFUNCTIONING. HM, MAYBE I SHOULD TURN IT OFF. 

Okay, so. It was quite a roller-coaster ride of a day. When I first woke up, I completely forgot what day it was. Then, while brushing my teeth, the importance of the date came to me in a sudden epiphany. 

I wasn't particularly excited... Okay, I lied. I'm like a four-year-old at Christmas on my birthday. I feel really giddy inside, but I kept me exterior calm and cool on the outside. It was a pretty nice day, with many friends who wished me a Happy Birthday at school. The only unfortunate thing were the birthday beats. Which for some reason, everybody chose to do on my left arm. Ow.

In computers, we continued working on the CAMPs, but many were worried about the printing out of their Mosaic (CAP1) projects in pdf format. I dealt with that yesterday, so it was fine. As the day progressed, I became more and more depressed, because of the realization of exactly how much there was to do in terms of culminating activities.

I left early for an appointment with the Sadistic Doctor, which was just as painful as usual. After the appointment, I felt really terrible. I was in pain both physically and emotionally, because I knew that there was so much homework ahead of me for the weekend.

That would be alright, usually, but this weekend (tonight), I need to attend a winter Scout's camp. There is no option of me not going, as I must help my mother (the Scouter) with the program. 

So that brings us back to about 10 minutes ago. I was sitting in front of the computer, feeling absolutely horrid, when I checked my email. It was flooded with birthday messages from Facebook friends. I was so touched, I think I cried. Almost everybody I know, even those who I haven't seen in forever, and a certain boy who used to spend all his free time driving me crazy, left messages.

I do realize it is really easy to just post a message. But I will never forget to wish people happy birthday from now on. It's a simple gesture, but it can mean so much.

Anyhow, enough of my sentimental blabbering. I need to send emails to my fellow group members for the computers project, because I won't be home this weekend.

Once again, thanks so much for all the warm birthday wishes!

A fifteen-year-old Hopping Grass

P.S. Isn't this "birthday ferret" just adorable?