Scene: Mom in hallway, Ashley standing brushing hair behind bedroom door. Mom: How about we get some breakfast. Ashley: Let me finish getting dressed first (glances at clock), seeing as how I wouldn't even have to be up for another ten minutes yet. Mom: Actually, you don't even have to be up then. Ashley: (Long pause while the light dawns) School's cancelled again?! Mom: Yep Ashley: Why didn't you tell me! Mom: You were asleep. And you get very irritated if someone wakes you up when you don't have to be awake. Ashley: I was up! I came out and stood in the living room next to you! You passed me in the hall! Mom: Well, I didn't think it was that important. I mean, you knew we were on a delay. There's not really a big difference between a delay and a cancellation. Ashley: (Jaw drops)
Yep, that was my morning. Third cancellation in a row. I am running out of things to do and the word "snow-day" doesn't have quite the zing it used to. And do you agree with me, there's a huge difference between a two-hour delay and a cancellation? Mom is still sticking by the opinion that there's not, despite ample evidence that that opinion is insane.
"The School of Silence" by Jean Delville
Well, what's happened since... well, since before my birthday! Wow, that's been awhile. I haven't written. Okay, well, on last Tuesday, (during psychology class), I turned 18. How weird. I mean, seriously. It's really strange. Carey and I were all set to have a joint birthday party Saturday evening. Then early Friday morning, I got sick. I was up for three hours being sick, culminating in vommiting. How lovely. And the whole three hours, I had songs from the play stuck in my head. As if tossing my cookies wasn't torture enough.
So I didn't go to school Friday because I was as sick as a dog. I woke up Saturday morning and thought I was better, until I went to town with Mom. I never realized there are so many smells in Kmart--every single piece of merchandise seems to have its own smell, which I can smell from a yard or two away. And more of the smells are noxious. So then we went to Cressler's to pick up my birthday cake: bad idea. As soon as I got within three yards of the food, I could smell it like it was in my face, and I had to cover my nose with my sleeve to keep from barfing. So I went out to the car, and since I was on a medication buzz, I stepped out in front of two different vehicles. We decided I wasn't going to the party that evening.
But I couldn't get hold of Carey, and I felt much better later, so I did end up going. I was late getting there, because I had the time wrong, and Carey was all worried I wasn't coming and stuff. But I did. And it was great! That was the best birthday party I ever had. They usually don't work out very well--nobody seems to come. But almost everybody we invited came! And I felt well enough to eat pretzels and drink Pepsi (I hadn't eaten much of anything the last two days) and when Laurel came over (at the request of the guys) to teach us dances, I did the jitterbug with Bryan and the polka with Josh, and besides being a little out of breath (I had been getting out of breath just climbing stairs--being sick really took it out of me) I was fine.
"Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose" by John Singer Sargent
So now here I am, stuck at home on my six-day weekend, two days of which were pretty nasty. At least the rising sun is gorgeous out the window. Ow. Looked directly at rising sun. Not good for retinas. *Blinks rapidly*
Finished reading the final book of the Claidi Journals by Tanith Lee--Wolf Wing. Read it! Read it, darn you!
Thank you everybody who gave me cards and presents for my birthday; they were great.
Ooh, and guess what? I won a Scholastic Gold Key for my short story! (The one my English teacher didn't seem to "get"). Ashley's happy!
Man, I can't wait for spring.
