October 23rd, 2007.
My 19th birthday.
This day was... a fiasco.
Started off ok.. called
a few people and asked them
if they wanted to go to Time Square
for lunch at Olive Garden.
Of ten people I called, one said definitely.
Getting my stuff together to leave and
my dad calls as though it's just another day
and totally FORGETS the fact that
it's my birthday until I tell him.
Great start, huh?
On my way to the train station
and I get a call from this guy saying
he's from Edible Arrangements and
he's outside my door trying to deliver one.
Who sent this? Dean...
Awww.
Unfortunately, I didn't get
to see it until later.
ANYWAY..
Get on the train with Robert and
take it to Penn Station and walk
to Olive Garden.. all but one
canceled and her name is Candice.
We sat and ate and talked and laughed.
All of a sudden I get a text from Dean himself
talking about if we're gonna go see 30 Days of Night
I'm like, yeah.. but we have to take Robert.
Somewhere in there was a second
meaning because Dean told his mother we
WEREN'T doing anything and gave her the car
which in turn stranded him in Old Westbury
for the rest of the damn day.
Great birthday.
Out of everyone that said they got me something..
I got one gift on my birthday.
Nice.
But that's not the worst of it.
Coming back from dropping Candice off
at the LIRR and my mom's driving and the
road is clear. I say, "See, it's times like this that
you should let me get some practice in."
She pulls over and tells me to drive.
I'm hesitant because my turning skills are kinda off.
Ok, starts off fine until I have to make a left turn and
I'm doing fine but I guess she thinks I'm
gonna like lose control because she grabs the wheel
after releasing it and I'm trying to control it
and in the end, the car hits the curb and skids
so the right front tire pops and apparently.. the
axle of the car is bent or it may just be the ball bearing.
I don't fucking know... It's just... upsetting
that a day I was SOOOO looking forward to
turned to this.
I woke up this morning wishing that
I'd dreamed all of that and suffice to say..
I didn't. So all in all, my birthday... sucked.
My 19th birthday.
This day was... a fiasco.
Started off ok.. called
a few people and asked them
if they wanted to go to Time Square
for lunch at Olive Garden.
Of ten people I called, one said definitely.
Getting my stuff together to leave and
my dad calls as though it's just another day
and totally FORGETS the fact that
it's my birthday until I tell him.
Great start, huh?
On my way to the train station
and I get a call from this guy saying
he's from Edible Arrangements and
he's outside my door trying to deliver one.
Who sent this? Dean...
Awww.
Unfortunately, I didn't get
to see it until later.
ANYWAY..
Get on the train with Robert and
take it to Penn Station and walk
to Olive Garden.. all but one
canceled and her name is Candice.
We sat and ate and talked and laughed.
All of a sudden I get a text from Dean himself
talking about if we're gonna go see 30 Days of Night
I'm like, yeah.. but we have to take Robert.
Somewhere in there was a second
meaning because Dean told his mother we
WEREN'T doing anything and gave her the car
which in turn stranded him in Old Westbury
for the rest of the damn day.
Great birthday.
Out of everyone that said they got me something..
I got one gift on my birthday.
Nice.
But that's not the worst of it.
Coming back from dropping Candice off
at the LIRR and my mom's driving and the
road is clear. I say, "See, it's times like this that
you should let me get some practice in."
She pulls over and tells me to drive.
I'm hesitant because my turning skills are kinda off.
Ok, starts off fine until I have to make a left turn and
I'm doing fine but I guess she thinks I'm
gonna like lose control because she grabs the wheel
after releasing it and I'm trying to control it
and in the end, the car hits the curb and skids
so the right front tire pops and apparently.. the
axle of the car is bent or it may just be the ball bearing.
I don't fucking know... It's just... upsetting
that a day I was SOOOO looking forward to
turned to this.
I woke up this morning wishing that
I'd dreamed all of that and suffice to say..
I didn't. So all in all, my birthday... sucked.
