I had an amazing birthday! Even the weather decided to be good to me and give me a gift of spring weather. Shining sun and high of 72 degrees. Can't beat that. --- I woke up positive about my day. As do most on the day that is dedicated to them. Heck- it's a good day if that's your day. I was determined to make my first day of being 17 ( 17. ew, thats weird to say) memorable. But shockingly, I didn't have to do a thing. People were amazing and did that for me. Thanks you all. I want to remember you, so I'm going to write dedications. Even if they remain unread and unoticed forever. So here we go... --- To Krista. Thanks for the gift. The bag was much needed as you can tell from looking at my aging one. Also, the card made me teary eyed. I feel honored to know that you look up to me. You're a sweetheart. Thanks for it all. To the two kids who fought in the cafeteria. Thanks for birthday entertainment. Front row seats baby! As you beat the crap out of one another, I clapped and said with a smile, 'Oh! A birthday fight just for me!' To Rob. You might not of even known it was my birthday, but thanks so much for the spontaneous gift. I was totally siked when I opened the bag to see gas masks! The nozzle! The bug eyes! Oh, I'm gonna have fun with those. After you teach me how to clean them that is. To Court. For the birthday hug/punch and then for throwing pennies in my iced tea. Heh. To the lunch computer. When I punched in my card number to purchase my pizza and drink, I never expected you to sing to me. Quite nice. To the girl in the art room. Thank you for complimenting on my painting. I don't even know your name, but your opinion suprisingly made my day. To Pat. For informing me that my I share a birthday with Eric Clapton. I found this ultimately cool. To Jennifer. Not only for the sweet message on my math paper (I actually hugged it), but also for leaving the packet all finished so I didn't have to do a thing. Me heart you. To Abe and Sam. For sharing my excitement of chewy Sprees in drafting. Thanks for adding the fun. Yes, you did that. Not the 170 pieces in the retro bag. To Craig. You give the best hugs ever. To Katie. For singing Marc Broussard to me while we ran the mile at lacrosse practice. I loved every minute of your performance. I think I need to tell you how awesome you are more often. To Jena. Where as most people just kind of ignore me when I ramble on at practice about stupid stuff like freezepops, you actually join in and have fun conversations with me. Thanks. To Rob. I wish we could have skipped school like we planned, but thats ok. We can save that for another time. Your voice talking out of my phone's answering machine was far more than enough. To the deer. I took a walk to take pictures in the woods because the weather was so nice. I got stuck in the mud and attacked by a jagger bush at the same time. I couldn't move. Yet, you all stood there. You weren't even afraid that I was a big bad human. You just watched me and LAUGHED! You little bastards. But you made me feel powerful on my birthday. See...when I got free, you all ran away. Ha. That's why I'm thanking you. To Heather and Lindsay. For singing me the best rendition of the happy birthday song I've ever gotten. Stay ten years old as long as you can! To Renee. I couldn't have gotten a better gift. A three-time-use pass that makes you stop complaining when I want. What rule I have now! Thanks. To Stace. For the message on the dry erase board in the room. And the Cheerios tshirt. You know my taste too well. Oh wow...taste.. cheerios.. oh witty. To my parents. For actually taking me seriously when I said I wanted to go to an Indian restruant for my birthday dinner. I didn't think we'd actually go. But you did your research and found that cute little place full of insane new foods none of us ever heard of. To all the family members who came to the Indian restraunt. Thanks for putting up with the insane spices. I'm sorry if your tummys hurt. But it was a 'unique' experience, you gotta admit. I certainly won't forget this birthday now. To Gram Helen. Hallmark cards. I'm a sucker for them. I hope you read this next time your online in chatrooms. Oh wait, you dont have a computer or know what a chatroom is. Thats okay. I still send gratitude. To the Indian man who waited us. For just being so damn cute. And for giving me that free mango milkshake- compliments of the house. To Brusters. For having my favorite icecream. You actually had Coffee Chocolate Chip conveintiently for me. You rock the icecream world. To Bob Marley. For being my musical entertainment right now on this national holiday, also known as March 30, also known as the day my greatness graced this land. Sarcasm on the huge ego. To time. You didn't go too fast and let me take this cool day in slowly. That is good. You are cool. Go slow more often. To those who said Happy Birthday to me. Your few words made feel great and (i won't lie) important. I don't know how you knew because i didn't go around advertising it. But it meant alot. --- Honestly, I wish everyday was my birthday. It rocked. But hey- what's stopping me from making everyday this memorable? Nothing! Freaking right.