So late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning I was comfortably asleep in my nice relaxing bed. Dreaming of sugar and spice and everything nice, when I was awakened by a group of screaming, crazy, rambunctious people. Also known as my teammates and friends. They jumped on my bed sprayed silly string at me and told me happy birthday multiple times. They then commanded that I immediately get out of bed. I sleepily got up, and tried to get the fact out of my head that I almost had a heart attack, because I thought that I was being abducted like Elizabeth Smart. As I slid out of bed trying to get the silly string out of my hair, I was handed a big chocolate cake and some little cans of Mnt. Dew. I was then escorted outside and shown the nice decorations that they had prepared on a door right outside my apartment. Quickly I ran back inside to change, because I didn't want to be seen to long in my Snoopy boxers and tank top, that serve as my PJ's. Everybody kept wishing me happy birthday and wanted a million pictures in front of the decorations as a group. All who was there consisted of all my teammates, Tre' (the basketball player friend), and two random football players that I am now friends with (I guess they wanted to tag along). They were super funny.
I will allow you to observe the chaos.
In the above picture, one of the football guys started spraying whip cream on us. Plus I'm squatting so you can see the adorable picture of me in a onesie.
This is everyone who woke me up at around 11:30p.m. Going from left to right, back to front: Tre', Patricia, Kindra, Me, Kayla, Maja, Skeet, and Haystack (A.K.A Heywood).
<--- Pedro (A.K.A Ashley), showed up a little later. They had an away volleyball game so she showed up after they arrived home. She is in the purple Eastern jersey.
Ah yes, everyone thought it would be funny to get a picture of little me with three big/tall black guys. Awesome right? Yeah I thought so too.
In the morning (later morning), I woke up and got ready to head to practice. Crystal had made me a chocolate cake and left it on the table for me. In my head I said Happy Birthday to myself and blew out 12 candles...oh er...19 I mean. Ha Ha yes, I am 19. I know I may not look like it...seeing how I have been pulled over by a cop who told me I looked 10. There are also those times when I don't act like I am 19...but those stories are better left untold.
Tennis practice was fun. We played a doubles match, the four of us that were there. Maja and I against Kayla and Patricia. We had some great rallies. Twice I got hit with the ball though. Kayla must have had something against me that day. Must have been because it was my birthday. Each time I got hit, Kayla and I were both at the net positions. The first time, Kayla had a good volley right at me and it hit my left hand. The second time, Maja and Patricia were having a great cross court rally. Maja got pulled out wide, and hit a nice lobby shot right to Kayla. Right then I knew I was dead. Kayla positioned herself just right and took a nice strong overhead swing. All 19 years of my life flashed before my eyes as I turn my back to the protect myself. Pain suddenly surged right up and down my back. I got nail right in my lower back. It hurt so bad I had to walk off the pain. Kayla immediately began apologizing and ran over and gave me a hug. Lets just say that I had a nice red circle on my back the rest of the day. Still today there is a mark, but not as bad. It is sore too. Wish I had taken a picture of it after it happened. When shots like that happen, its so hard to react. It happens so quickly.
Later after class, Maja, Kayla, and I went to the pool. The pool is so relaxing on a hot day. The three of us spent the rest of the night in the library. Honestly, my birthday was almost like any other day. It was a really good birthday though. I talked with my family and got told happy birthday a lot. I spent the day happy. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, even while living in Arizona.
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