I find it quite odd the fact how February should have been a really great month for me this year. I was turning 14 on February 14, 2012. 2/14/12... I loved those numbers. It just seemed like February might turn out to be really awesome for me this year.
In fact, it didn't. I ended up having to attend a stupid Saturday School the weekend before my birthday. I didn't celebrate my birthday with my friends. No, instead I spent it at home with my family and an ice cream cake. The only presents I got were from my oldest brother who had come home from college (he goes to Berkeley, which is fairly close to home) and from one of my close friends, Jelena. They weren't exactly the greatest presents in the universe, but it was better than nothing, which I was grateful for. I didn't want to seem like I had friends or people who didn't care about me or my happiness.
Looking back, I realize that even though very few of my friends gave me any presents, they still said "Happy Birthday" to me. Most people were more focused on Valentine's Day, though. That's the sucky thing about my birthday... having it on the same day as a holiday. We were all receiving Valentine's Day cards (we call them Valentine Grams here at our junior high school) and I got one from my friend Jelena and another from a boy asking me if I wanted to go out with him. It turned out to be a joke on me... But, ever since then, that boy and I have become friends. He's a fun guy to hang out with and talk to. Anyways, the fact that Jelena actually spent money on a Valentine Gram for me made me happy. Nobody ever spent money on me before like that... Sure, people buy me presents and stuff, but never has anybody ever spent money on a card just to say the little things that they like about me and why they like being my friend... It just kind of gave me a nice, warm feeling inside. Somebody cared.
Jelena's also the one person these days who actually cares about my back. When I told her I wasn't wearing my brace as often, she automatically replied back saying, "Why? It's better if you do! It'll make your scoliosis curve better, right?" She comforted me when I was down, and she gave me advice on things. Even though I'm older than her, I feel like she has more experience in everything... It's like she knows more about everything.
Also, when I looked at my blog posts today, I saw that I only had 9 posts in the month of February... None of them were quite important. It's as if February was such a dull month that I had nothing to blog about. So February didn't turn out as lovely as I had hoped.
In the end... well, there really is no "in the end." It's more of a slight goodbye until the next time I blog. I need to hurry up and do my stupid history take-home exam/essay. It's worth 50% of my grade. FML. Fuck my history teacher. I hate her. She was the one who gave me the Saturday School (in case you didn't know).
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