This Posting Thing is Hard

First - mea culpa. School is hard and distracting and the head cold from Hades hit two days ago, so I've only been partially conscious for the past seventy-two hours. (Boo! Hiss!) Hush, imaginary audience spawned by cold medicine, I'm making my apologies. You aren't helping.

Second - Today's my birthday! I'm officially a year away from being a Legal Adult. I no longer need parental permission to give blood. I can get senioritis and only be normally annoying. Good stuff.

I received, so far, cash, from the vast extended family that my mom knows intimately and I've never met; a GPS to remedy the sense of direction that can lead me in circles until I lay down in the metaphorical sand pit that's following me and wait to be rescued; a MLP cake, because my parents think they're funny; a Doctor Who shirt that tells the world Rule #1 (The Doctor Lies); a thing of Thunderstorm perfume that I can't actually smell yet, but I'm told it smells like dust and wet grass; and finally, a poster of my favorite painting, Chop Suey by Hopper.

So pretty.

I've used the GPS to get to school, I've used the perfume and I'm told I smell quite nice, although that's mostly hearsay at this point, I'm in relaxed dress (which means jeans, because my school is the kind that requires collared shirts and khakis normally) and wearing the Doctor Who shirt, and the poster is on my bed at home, waiting for me to figure out what posters get the chop to get it to fit on my walls.

Robotics began last night, and all my favorite people are on the team. It's pretty cool. Even Intelligent New Senior Guy with an Amazing Voice is on it. My only issue is that I'm beginning to suspect he's me, only gender-swapped.

My ginger and I found out that we're actually living in each other's heads, after we spent about two minutes talking in sync with each other and finishing each other's sentences. The rest of the seniors ran away from us, convinced he'd stolen my soul and was using it for demonic purposes.

I diagrammed sentences in English whilst valiantly battling my sinuses for air. Diagramming's hard, people. It's as hard as correctly reading maps. I'm no good at either.

And now I'm doing college applications. I'm up to three on the Common App, which is awesome. That means I only have one extra to do, and that's for U Idaho, and therefore should not be too hard. Now excuse me, I need to go see if drilling a hole into my sinuses will relieve the pressure.