It's nice to be wrong

I'm sixteen today. It's bittersweet. (Bittersweet sixteen... I'll have to remember that.)

No great fanfare. To be honest I don't want to draw too much attention to it. Carrie gave me a box of smarties this morning, along with a joke. What food makes you smarter? Well, she liked it. She said it was the thought that counted and she's right, it didn't matter what she'd given me because her thoughts then were beautiful. Two years ago Liz decorated my locker. Last year Tasha did. This year I just wrote "Birthday today" on a sticky note and stuck it to the door. Beautifully symbolic, I thought. The fire hazard tribe in the stairwell sang me happy birthday, but thankfully not in Lit. There's few things more depressing than hearing a room full of Litkids singing happy birthday. *shudders*

I hope Carrie doesn't love me. Call it a vibe. She thinks I'm lonely... which I won't deny, I do spend a lot of time alone. And of course there's the stress from the whole Saikely thing. But... sigh. Do I have to warn all my female friends not to love me? Stupid aura. At least Liz seems to have stopped giving me hopeful, meaningful looks. Frustration...

And the Saikely thing. I've been forbidden, both by my Anthro teacher and my parents, from discussing my multiplicity in public. Because obviously feeling safe and comfortable in my own body isn't important. Meh, gripe. Frustration. Of course, when I expressed such he sent me down to guidance, for fear that I might harm myself. Pish. He and I aren't going to get on well.

I got Spore! Only we don't know if it will work on my laptop, possibly only on my mum's, so I'll have to play it when she's not working... should be interesting. Still though! Interesting fact: each disc can only be downloaded three times onto a computer. So if it fails three times, doesn't work. This was implemented to prevent piracy, but it's caused such an outrage that the game has already become one of the most illegally downloaded games of all time. Also Who Killed Amanda Palmer and Yes, Virginia... along with a couple books about zombies. Chris is green with envy.
The best present, though, was a cake and a card. Ironic, since I've eaten a huge curry dinner (mmmmmmmmm, shrimp and nan bread and poppadoms etc.) and a teeny-tiny slice of ultra-rich cake, so I feel like if I eat another bite I'm going to be sick. But still... I'm happy. I'm easy to please, but it's difficult to make me happy. Truly, I'm touched, fully reminded of how little I deserve such a gift and how wonderful it is to be loved. Perhaps I was slightly worried... it's my nature. But now I'm at peace. I'd go on, but I have to stop thinking about cake or I seriously am going to be sick. I didn't even eat that much... hm.
I am loved. That's the most beautiful thing anyone could ever give me. Thank you...

And now I have work to do. Third draft of lit project, as well as entire project on stem cells. That will take all night. With a bit of luck and sleep I should be able to finish my Anthro in the morning before class and some of the math at lunch. I'm still catching up from the night I missed from the coffeehouse. Oh, the coffeehouse! Great. Perhaps not quite as well-organized as some in the past, but still great. Cameos by the Lit teachers, nice touch. Lists and small songs were popular. Our grade 12s continue to be charismatic and inspiring. I wasn't too pleased with the way mine turned out; honestly I only read it because I rejected all my other ideas. Well still, I always say that. I don't like reading first, though. I've already got an idea for next time... it involves walking onstage with a cucumber. Don't worry, that's just a red herring! Yeah... hehehehehe...

Too much blogging! To work! Now! Or there will be no sleep! This is how 16 begins...

672... what on earth does that confounded song mean?

I'm happy. Thank you, my love... you mean so much to me.