It’s Tortilla Time|

My birthday proved to be a most enjoyable one, orthodontist and all.

I regret to report that seventeen doesn’t feel much different than sixteen. I however choose to believe that this means that I possess more knowledge and wisdom. I just brim with all that good stuff.

I made out like a vandal, among my presents being the only one that I truly desired; the Canon 30D. Well, sort of. I got the much needed approval from my mother to go ahead and make the much anticipated purchase. The only stipulation being that I have to muster all the patience that I possibly can and order it after Mexico.

Mexico is only a mere three days away. Today was my final day of school before our grand departure, and a much dreaded one.

It was hell. Complete and utter hell, courtesy of my band teacher. He was irate that I missed a band rehearsal last night, a rehearsal missed because of the reservations my mother had made at the restaurant. It was my birthday, after all. I didn’t just go on a whim and decide hey, tonight would be a great night to NOT go to band rehearsal.

He was enraged further when he learnt that I would miss another one next week when I am in Mexico.

Today he was a prick not only to me, but to my mother (who had called him to explain very politely why I did not attend band rehearsal), as well. It’s one thing to treat me like shit, but quite another to FUCK WIT MY MAMA.