From the desk of a sick girl.

The day I dislike the most in the whole calendar year passed on Monday. It was my birthday. Most people like to make a fuss over their birthday - whether that includes throwing a party, going drinking, gathering friends for a nice dinner....I like to ignore mine. I like to think of it as just another day. Most people are busy on my birthday anyway as it typically falls on the Thanksgiving Weekend. My mom this year for my birthday decided she'd give me her illness. Six days later I'm still not able to speak with a strong voice, nor for very long because words result in a coughing fit. I spent three days in bed, literally, barely getting out to go to the bathroom. Today I sit in front of my computer hopeful I will get some work done as I have things due tomorrow that my ailments have prevented my from already completing. The crappy part is that my football team is on the field right now (hopefully winning) and I cannot be there. When I woke this morning I decided I'd go - getting out would do me some good - then a 20 minute coughing fit and a box of tissues later I decided that it wasn't meant for me to go. But enough about that... lets rewind time for a moment.

Thursday. October 4th.
After school, which was a short day because the day before was so horrible, Danielle and I drove to my house. Who came on the radio - Johnny Cash. It was a "hold you head high and keep moving on" type feeling...(Wednesday was a bad day because my two advisors decided to sit me down and tell me all the constructive critcism they had gathered up against me over the last 2 years... I like feedback, and I appreciated constructive criticism, but 2 years worth at once is a lot to take. They also did this right before my ethics trial... awesome. I had a 15 hour day at school... I had a lot of thinking to do - as to whether or not I am meant to be an academic, what else I am to do in my life, whats the point of anything.... and I definitely did not want to go back to my house, because well Ariana has pretty much moved in with her boyfriend, and the other roommates drive me up the wall, the only reason why I stayed in the house was because of Ariana, but I barely see/speak with her anymore :( )... back to Thursday.
Danielle and I got ourselves ready, jumped in Hank (her car) and crossed the border... on to the Brad Paisley concert we went. Taylor Swift was the first opening act - I had heard her live before and she was aweful so I was not looking forward to her performance. But I was pleasantly surprised - she sounded much better, not great, but better, and her personality as awesome that she won me over in the end. During her performance there were three people in the row in front of us. Two females and one male. We were trying to figure out which girl he was with, we figured it was the brunette girl... and we decided she was more into him than he was into her. They left after Taylor finished performing. Next on was Rodney Atkins and he was awesome - love that guy! He made me realize something odd. I'm sure you know, but often times there is just a characteristic about the opposite sex that catches your eye more readily than its absense. Well right now if there were two attractice guys in front of me (yes basing this on looks and not personality, but personality in the end plays a much more influential role!)... and one guy was a country boy wearing a yellow t-shirt and totally pulling off that yellow shirt, I'm much more attracted to him. Yop thats right - I'm in my "country boy yellow shirt wearing" phase. HAHAHA. Then Brad Paisley himself came on! Two of the three from the row in front of us, the boy and the blonde. Turns out the brunette was one of their mothers and was feeding these two 16 year olds booze. Well didn't they become annoying. During a slow song everyone sat down except these two - who were clearly blocking the view of myself and the girl to my right. If they were dancing - whatever - but they weren't - they were pretty much having sex, as the girl was wearing a miniskirt and showed flashes of her "britney". I eventually tapped the boy ont he shoulder and said "would you mind sitting down because I paid money to see Brad Paisley and not see you two f%%%ing molest each other. He didn't like that very much but the girl beside me was very thankful. The guy started chirping back at me and I told him he had two choices 1) sit down and behave himself or 2) leave. He decided to invent a third option called "fighting back". Danielle decided to try and teach the boy some manners as the crowd around us starting to help us out. The best part was when Danielle asked where the brunette chick went we were told she was in the "limo"... we then asked how old this guy was and why he hadn't been taught not only how to respect himself and his girlfriend but all the other people around him - he replied "older than you"... which made everyone laugh - and then the drunk kid decided to tell us, why we still don't know, that Burt Reynolds was also in the limo waiting! WHAT?... anyway - they ended up leaving shortly after.
Brad Paisley otherwise put on a good show... but when it was over and he had yet to coem do his encore we were trying to think of what song he had left to sing. He came back on - started playing the instrumental intro... and Danielle turns to me and says "This isn't a Brad Paisley song" to which I reply "I know, its Johnny Cash". What are the freaking odds of that???? So two Thursdays in a row I've heard a J.Cash song TWICE - after not hearing him for a year. This Thursday just passed I spent it in bed - so I heard nothing....
but I should get back to my homework - I have a manuscript to write for tomorrow... yeah good luck on that one!! hahahah
P.S. - WELCOME HOME JEN!!!!!