Locked Sunsets

So, I recently found out that somebody actually reads this... I'm quite baffled, but I suppose I'll give him a shout-out. Uh....

SHOUT!

Yes. Anyway. I feel like I have to censor myself now. Especially since he read... that... one... post. At least he's keeping his mouth shut. Whatever. Not that I'm gonna let that stop me from saying what I say.

So the other day, it was my birthday. Wooo. It was actually quite a good day... Granted, it was freaking cold outside... Not a fan of the winter. So I'm gonna just start off by writing about the glorious day. I slept really badly, which was weird, because I was super tired. I woke up (uh.. I was already awake, but still) to my Chinese friend knocking at the door. I opened it up, and she was like, "You're still asleep?? Won't you be late??" I freaked out, and looked at my clock. It was 7:15... I usually woke up at 7:30. So no, I wasn't going to be late. She gave me a bag with something inside. I was really happy, and then she left, because I still had to get ready. I looked in the bag and pulled out the coolest thing ever... a Justin Beiber book. Heck yeah (For those of you who don't know, I am a Beiber fan. All I have to say is that it's way more fun being a fan than a hater). I then opened the card, which had adorable drawings of the main characters from Coffee Prince (the Kdrama I just finished) and an entire paragraph of Chinese characters... o____o Yikes! I could make out a few words, but... I figured that one day, I would get really good, and I'd be able to read it. Yes... I'll just let that comfort me. So after waking up, I went to my math class, in which we went over the test that I found relatively easy (though many people apparently did pretty bad). After that, I went to my Design class. It was supposed to be a work day, but I didn't really know what I was supposed to be doing. So that was a wast, really. After class, I was done for the day, and able to do what I pleased. I ate a mediocre lunch, and left quickly. My mother had told me that morning to check my mail, so I ran by the post office. My box was empty, so I assumed maybe whatever she had sent hadn't made it yet. Instead, I went back to my room. I checked my e-mail, to find that instead of letters, I had two packages. So, I ran all the way back to the post office. I got my two packages, one of which had the words "Sherries Berries" pasted all over it. I must say, I was rather confused. I opened them when I got back to my room, and found that my parents had sent me chocolate covered strawberries (YUM!!) in the Sherries Berries box, and Scotcharoos (my favorite desert that my mom makes) in the other, along with a SINGING TANGLED CARD!! That was awesome. Well, after sitting around for a while, I decided I should probably get going to Wal-mart. You see, my friend and I had planned on making chocolate covered strawberries that day. Why not just eat the ones you just received, you ask? Simple. There were only six of those. So I hopped on my bike and started to head towards the Wal-mart, three miles down the road. When I got there, I purchased a box of strawberries, razberries, white and brown almond bark, and some acetone (for my art project). It was kind of weird carrying everything in my backpack... But I loaded it in there and started to go back. When I got to a stop light, my black belt, biker art teacher rolled by in her car with her brushed and primed toy dogs and asked me what I was doing all the way at Wal-mart on a bike. I sheepishly replied that I didn't have a car. Seriously, these things only happen in [name of town has been deleted for the safety of the blogger and associates]. So I biked all the way back, and got up to my room. I found that my roommate had stopped by, and had left me a gift. Aww!! I was so happy ^_^! I called my Chinese friend, and we made our strawberries and razberries. They were quite delicious. We had enough to share with all of the other Chinese kids. We tried to get on the roof of the building so we could watch the sun set on my birthday, but it was closed tight. Rats. Somebody must have seen me up there the other day. So... Okay. I'm really sick of talking about my day. I find it rather boring to write about. Though it was fun while it was happening... In fact, I'm only writing this for the sake of my friend, who I stated at the beginning of the post. There ya go.

I just got my mom to finish reading Fruits Basket. She really enjoyed it. I told her I almost cry every time I see the last page, with Tohru and Kyo holding hands. She called me a girl.

I am, aren't I?

3 days till I go home!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP3gzee1cps