Yesterday turned out to be more fun on a whole than I expected. At Kyle's birthday party, I had a good time, and got my ass kicked my little kids at bowling, and at DDR by...the machine, I guess. I made my little brother and my mom DDR which was funny, and made me feel a little better about my lack of skillz. Yeah, with a z.
After that, I went to Cold Spring and saw Rumplestilkskin with Bridget and Christina. It was insanely funny! Kyle Schuster was amazing, I think I nearly soiled my trousers a couple of times. Everyone was great; Sean as the Prime Minister (cough cough typecasting cough) was a fine fit, and Brook hitting a plastic baby over the head with a shiny stick thing was utterly priceless. Marina was hot as usual.
We went to Rita's afterwards, and before going there, Christina and I played Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would get the front seat in Bridget's van. I said "Rock!" and punched her in the ear, so I got the front seat. I think I'm going to try that out on my brothers...
I'm going to be 17 tomorrow, and you know what, I've really given up caring about my birthday. I guess this has to do with the fact that I've progressively given up caring about everything in general, and my birthday is probably included in that. Also, everything matters less to me than it did when I was a child. Everything was rainbows and sunshine, now they're all mediocre and satisfactory. I need something in my life that will help me to regain the unbridled joy I used to have.
Part two of this ramblefest: when I delve into thought, I become very unhappy. Sometimes it's because of who I am, sometimes it's because of my life. This time, it's both. Maybe it's because I'm not an outsider looking in at myself, but when I look around at others, it seems as though everyone has their "thing" that they're good at and I don't. A true passion, I guess. I haven't really found that yet. Sure, I love music, but I'm not a wonderful pianist, nor do I try exceptionally hard to become better. I'm good with science, but I don't love it as much as I once thought I did. I'm just floating around in limbo at the moment, trying to figure out what to do. That's why the topic of college and majors get me down sometimes. I have no idea what I want to do, only that I want to go to college, hopefully find something I love, then from there, live a magical life where I'm happy and everything is rainbows and sunshine again. I don't know if this is going to happen, and the thought of this frightens me. I'm horrible enough at dealing with change as it is.
Well, I'm done now. I have to attempt to motivate myself to write a persuasive paper on surveillance cameras for English, as well as another English assignment that's due.
School's out this Friday. Summer, here I come. Maybe you will bring some sunshine back into my life.