Happy Half-Birthday To ME!

To tell you the truth, I didn't realize until like an hour ago. When we were about to dig in to this fruit bouquet that my father got. It was delivered and anonymous and everything. It was really nice. It had melons and cantaloupe, strawberries, chocolate-covered strawberries, and pineapple. There's only a few sticks left in it.

Like this, only fuller.And without the basketball on the bottom.

My dad thinks it was his workplace that sent it since they sent the same thing to this other lady who had a heart attack.

So yeah... It's my half-birthday. I always feel weird about February 18. I have a strong connection to February. I don't know why though. But lots of people's birthdays is today.

Oh also,today was a half day. I came back at like, 11:45 AM. The time went by so fast. I stayed surfing through the web. Doing practically nothing when I could've been outside getting some exercise in the nice weather. Seriously, the weather is unreal. It's February and it was warm enough to wear shorts outside. My dad said it was gonna be up to 70 degrees. Which is understandable if it was spring or if I lived in Florida but it isn't and I don't.

My morning wasn't the best. So I decided not to sit in the front because of Tyree. It was all cool, you know. No more dudes bothering me and stuff. The teacher, wasn't even teaching or anything. We were sitting there doing nothing for a good 30 minutes. Then once she started teaching, she put me and my friend on blast saying that our performance wasn't gonna be good if we remained in the back. And she especially put my friend on blast talking about her test scores and chiz. Which made us want to stay in the back more. But I'm not gonna. But I'm not gonna sit in the front.

And since she told me that it was the last time she would lend me and temporary ID two days ago, I had to go to Biology without an ID. And then my Biology teacher started making a big deal out of it. This how the convo went:

Ms. Lynch (yeah, I'm putting her name out there since she pissed me off): Where's your ID?
Me: I don't have it.
Lynch: Who's your teacher?
Me: Ms. ------ but she wouldn't give me one because I had too many temps.
Lynch: Okay, so you need to go to your administrator.
Me: Who's my administrator?
Lynch: Mr. Calvin.
Me: Who's Mr. Calvin?
Lynch: Why haven't you been able to get an ID?
Me: Because I never got the money to buy one.
Lynch: So go to the ID office and ask for an IOU
Me: Okay where is it?
Lynch: In Room 104.
Me: Where's Room 104?
Lynch: Turn right twice.

Okay, so I did. Then once I got there, the woman told me to go back saying that I need to get to second period and blah blah blah and I had to come back during second period.

So I went back to Ms. Lynch and I was like, "I can't get it until lunch time."

Lynch: How come your teacher hasn't given you a PS-74?

I had a WTF face.

"I don't know." I said.

"Okay, so I need to call your parents because you need to get an ID." she said.

Then I went to my seat and teared up a bit. I had a sudden urge to write a nasty story about her. But I didn't. Then Ms. Lynch made us do this thing about blood types. She gave us three different blood alleles:

IA
IB
i

Then we had to come up with the combinations in order to make the three blood types: A, B, AB, and O.

I was totally not in the mood to do any trying or figuring out. In fact, I just sat there for a long time while everyone came up with their combination, trying to find out if they were correct. A considerable amount of people were rejected and I couldn't face that rejection. I saw all these stupid people getting put into the winner's circle. (The people who got the answer correct.) And then Ms. Lynch was indirectly calling us quitters. So I finally went up and realized that I already almost had the answer.

And then I finally did.

Blood A: IA IA, IA ii
Blood B: IB IB, IB ii
Blood AB: IA IB
Blood O: ii

It was so simple.

Then I realized I was in the winner's circle with a bunch of crazy dudes except this one girl. But Jose, remember Jose? Got into the circle. I actually talked to him for the first time in the LONGEST while. It was kinda cool but not really. He called me Peter Griffin because I found myself in the loser area and they were all trying to get answers from me.

But then later I questioned him about his veins and that was an interesting short conversation. Too bad he's too flirty and obsessed with the short pretty girls in our class.

Since we had a half-day and only had two periods of classes. I had D-lunch which was the last lunch of the day. And there was always a food fight in D-lunch when there was a half day. Seriously, I was ready to leave. I had my escape planned and everything. We sat at the left of the cafeteria. Closer to the door.

Since the administrators were all in the back of the cafeteria, expecting it to start over there, the food fight started on the left side of the cafeteria. And it was crazy. But I didn't get hit, thankfully. Then the administrators (those crazy morons) started telling us to get back into the cafeteria. But the students instead went out the exit doors where the buses were lined up. There was a huge crowd of kids outside. Apparently, a girl fought this teacher. But I missed it.

I went with my friends to the new building where I got my jacket before leaving to get on the bus.

So once I got outside, there was a whole bunch of police cars and a crowd of kids walking up the hill. I didn't know what was happening until the bus pulled out and there was a fight starting at the metro bus stop.

Well, I talked to Spanish dude. Really briefly though. It was sweet. My friend Jackie said that we could teach each other languages.

The Spanish dude turned to me and he was like:

I'll teach you and you teach me.

I was like okay. It was hard to look him in the eye.

He was like, Hola. I said hello. Then he was like no, Hola.
Then I repeated Hola.
And then he said, "Como Estas, How are you?" And I repeated it back to him.

Looks like we'll be teaching each other then. :)

Then that's it... I texted my Wash friends... That was cool. Oh yeah, my phone rang Dogs Unleashed by Tokio Hotel in Biology class. It wasn't TOO loud. But kids heard. But Ms. Lynch didn't do chiz.

Wow. I'm pretty sure this is long. Ah, well.