Happy Birthday to Miss Auricomous Melomaniac (AKA Kelly Pyper)

Today is my friend Kelly's birthday. 

She is now fourteen years old. 

She got balloons today as a delivery in the office and then this kid asked if he could have one, which she thought was weird. They're her birthday balloons that she got for her birthday! The idea! What a ridiculous person he must have been for thinking he could have one of her birthday balloons that she got for her birthday.

Kelly's hair was curly today, in lovely little ringlets. Her hair never does that, so it was rather exciting that it did on her birthday. It even stayed in through all of PE! Anyone who knows Kelly knows that this was an incredibly wonderful thing. 

Kelly was hit in the head with some sort of flying ball in PE twice today, which was unfortunate. It was probably painful, too. 

I assume Kelly had a good time in band, though. She generally does, as far as I know. Band  is a place to have a good time, usually. Megan and I told Mr. Klingler that it was Kelly's birthday, and Mason ensured that he remembered so we would sing to her. Kelly had the wonderful opportunity of standing in the middle of a circle of boys who all knelt down around her and sang happy birthday to her. I could tell by the awkward way she stood, her breathless laughter, and the redness of her face that she wasn't at all embarrassed. (My computer for some reason insists on calling my band teacher Mr. Kringle instead of Klingler. It's actually pretty amusing. It makes me imagine him as Santa, and it's really weird but awesome at the same time. It would make that one scene in the book I wrote with Lillian in sixth grade a bit more confusing, though.) It's a good thing she wasn't embarrassed because Mr. Klingler was filming the whole thing. 

Kelly got a Kindle for her birthday. (It has a problem with Klingler, but it says Kindle is fine. Just so you know.) She probably got a bunch of other stuff, too, but the Kindle and the balloons are all I know about right now. 

Kelly also probably had a good time in advisory. I assume she did because she was laughing a normal amount. So she must have been having a normal amount of fun. 

I will close this blog post (that was a weird way to put it) by writing a message to Kelly in Kellivian, which is a language she and I made up.

Dearest Miss Auricomous Melomaniac, 

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