Sunday, September 26, 2010

The plight of the first born

I'm having a weird cold which seems to be nocturnal. When I wake up I feel AWFUL and congested then it suddenly disappears only to attack me again when the sun goes down. It's like a vampire virus and its PISSING ME OFF. I'm imagining going to hospital looking very healthy and trying to explain this phantom virus to a doctor. Ugh. Stupid PMSing organisms.

Anyway today I'm complaining about being born first. It's not anyone's fault that they are are firstborns and I can't blame my parents (for once) because there is no way they could have changed the fact that I am their first child but sometimes I wish it was a post I could quit or pass on or something. Its so BORING to be the rational one. I also strongly dislike the fact that I can never really move on to another stage of life completely. I still have to do high school homework, attend high school functions...read for exams with my siblings...case and point: my brother's prize giving day.

Yesterday I had the *clearing throat* honor of being invited (i.e. I was threatened with disownment-I'm not sure if thats a real word...but it should be-if I did not show up) to my brother's high school for a prize giving day. The P.A. system was awful and I could barely hear the entertainment, I had to listen to all the speeches and my mum insisted on staying 'til the end so that my brother could hear the leaving class sing the school anthem and be motivated (still don't really understand that.I guess its a mum thing). Don't get me wrong, I love supporting my family members especially when they deserve it but it sucked that I couldn't say, "That was my last prize giving day." when I cleared. *sigh* oh well...on the upside we had Ethiopian for dinner. Yay! Then as a firstborn since my dad ditched my mum I had to be her date for some awards thingy. I was so sleepy!!!!! But I had firstbornly duties to attend to so I sucked it up, dressed up and pretended not to sleep through the entire function (I can thank my C.R.E. and history teachers for helping me acquire this skill). The upside for that one is today she couldn't use the disco line-refer to previous post- on me :)

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