Happy Birthday to me...?

It's that wonderful time of year again. You know, the day you're basically forced to sit there and eat your heart out? Luckily, I managed to get out out a birthday cake this year again, considering I abhor the taste and texture of cake. But, the rents felt that I still needed a nice dessert, so they're just taking me for froyo. Hey, at least it's not THAT many calories.

I always dreamed I'd have a huge sweet sixteen party like my sisters did. But do I really have enough people to invite? No. This was my second year in public school, and although I have some good friends...I just don't know very many people still. I can't invite my old friends anyway, seeing as how they ignore me and leave me out of everything. 

So, Dinner with the family then...

Adding on to the pile of shit that is my life, I got a copy of my transcript. I found out that in 9th grade I got a B in PE. How the FUCK do you get a B in PE? Worst of all? That son of a bitch teacher lied to me. He told me I had a B, so I freaked out and asked how I could change it. I stayed after school for that ass hat. He said he'd consider raising me to an A. Wanna know why he gave me a B? Because I "missed too much school and never made up the work." Nobody fucking told me you could make it up. It's not my fault I'm sickly. When they showed me my grades that year, I only had 1 B in biology. where the fuck did this new grade come from?!

Needless to say, I'm pissed. My parents are going to kill me once they find out that I didn't pass the california high school exit exam ( which means i have to take that damn thing AGAIN). oh, and not to mention, because of this new B, I no longer have a 4.0 GPA. I have a 3.93. My life sucks.

Yeah, happy birthday to me.