CAKED

So this weekend I definitely caked my boyfriend on his birthday. It was his 16th birthday so I mean, it wasn't like I had a choice. I was obligated to make sure that boy looked like he got in a fight with a bakery and lost. I think I succceeded.

Unfortunately, Jacob decided to retaliate and glob icing all over my face as well :( I already turned 16 last year. Been there, done that. But it was fun anyway.

Saturday I took SATs and was mentally incapable of functioning the rest of the day (I tried to spell "rude" R-O-O-D. Yeah. Wow.) What a stupid test. But in the afternoon I got to go the a local farm with cows that make ice cream. You know what I mean. And I saw my chemistry teacher there. He bragged about my friend Marilyn's intelligence and made me feel stupid. This was proven when I recieved an F on my chemistry quiz on Monday. I also got to have a nice chicken dinner with my family and half my alternate family on Saturday. It was delicious.

However, I can't skip Sunday as that was Point-to-Point and was also an almost entirely miserable day. I spent - are you ready for this? - 8 HOURS in the rain. I was very grumpy by the time I was done with all that volunteering. At least Nic, Veronica, August and Jacob were all there in the afternoon as well as 11 other National Honor Society volunteers throughout the day. It was extremely wet. They still held the horse races though, probably because that's what it's all about. But I watched one horse fall down on the track from the hill where I was huddled under an umbrella with Jacob and it had to be put to sleep. It couldn't get up. And I've no idea where the rider was. It was terrifying, especially since I've been riding from the age of 8 until now. I love horses. But they're so poorly designed, so fragile.

I didn't really do that much at the thing besides coordinate where all the volunteers were going. I looked awful by the end. I'm sure my makeup was ruined and my hair was a mess. Like someone had attempted to drown me. Maybe it worked. I probably looked dead. But August somehow managed to stay adorable with her matching flowered hat and dress, so when we walked across the street to the parking lot (a loosely used term because it was really just a field) these drunken tailgating boys yelled out there car "YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFUL!" as they drove past. I turned around to see if they were talking to August and me and the same guy reconsidered at the sight of me with a loud "NOT YOU!" I gave him a choice word or two as they drove away. I hate drunk people. They are not, apparently, good for improving one's mood. Jerkwads.

Today's reason to live: get yelled at by drunk people and make friends laugh/hug your pitiful being when you tell them a story like this.

That was my weekend pretty much and coming back to school was a total letdown. Man, I hate school. Such a waste of my time. Maybe next year will be better. Knock on wood. At least I have my buddies... when they aren't crying on their unfinished calculus tests in spanish class... ya. I don't know. I just need some sleep.

TTFN.