If I knew how to title this post, I would.
Well Then.
Tuesday was my birthday. There are just a few things I observe as I age and I would like to share my frustrations with the birthday scene with you.
When I was younger, I used to jump out of bed on my birthday. It was the only time I ever did this, and I haven't been a morning person since. This year, I just wanted to sleep all day. My father came into my room and wished me a happy birthday. I said, "Yeah, you too...." He then told me to get up for family devotions that have been read at 7:00 every morning for the past 15 years plus. I decided to sleep in an extra twenty minutes. I figured, hey, it's my b-day. God will forgive me.
I asked for no presents this year. Did anyone listen? Of course not. When I got to school I already had two cards, fifteen dollars, and a bouquet of balloons. My parents didn't listen either, but they can't help it. They're practically required by law.
The whole present thing? Way overdone in the first place. I think that at one point in history someone actually realized birthdays weren't all that great. I think I'll call him Curtis. So Curtis was walking along one day and thought
yeah. Thank's a lot Curtis. Now I have to write thank you notes. Ever think of that one????
Another thing. Happy Birhtday, WAY OVERDONE!!!! sometimes it's annoying to be noticed. If a birthday is THAT big of a deal, why do I have to be at school in the first place. And how do I know that people aren't muttering under their breath saying,
Lastly. If I didn't know better, I think people want me to die from overeating bfore my 16th b-day. Why did you make me breakfast? Why did you bring me lunch? Why did you pay for a huge meal for supper? Was I really that enjoyable to give birth to? was it that painless for you? Because 15 years ago, the only thing you could think about was the fact that being 2 weeks late made me fat and painful. (at least, I would have been in pain. wasn't that part of the curse anyways?
I'd like to add that I am proud of this- I am undeafeted at the birthday candles for yet another year....
15, and I'm ready to change the birthday mindset....
Then I'll change the world
singlehandedly
-Bekah
Tuesday was my birthday. There are just a few things I observe as I age and I would like to share my frustrations with the birthday scene with you.
When I was younger, I used to jump out of bed on my birthday. It was the only time I ever did this, and I haven't been a morning person since. This year, I just wanted to sleep all day. My father came into my room and wished me a happy birthday. I said, "Yeah, you too...." He then told me to get up for family devotions that have been read at 7:00 every morning for the past 15 years plus. I decided to sleep in an extra twenty minutes. I figured, hey, it's my b-day. God will forgive me.
I asked for no presents this year. Did anyone listen? Of course not. When I got to school I already had two cards, fifteen dollars, and a bouquet of balloons. My parents didn't listen either, but they can't help it. They're practically required by law.
The whole present thing? Way overdone in the first place. I think that at one point in history someone actually realized birthdays weren't all that great. I think I'll call him Curtis. So Curtis was walking along one day and thought
"Yes, I tell you thee the truthest, today on this cursed day in history is the anniversary of the day i came out of my mother's womb, and thou has forgononest to remindst me. From this point forth, I declare that I shall be given presents by ye and your sheep to fill my day with joy"
yeah. Thank's a lot Curtis. Now I have to write thank you notes. Ever think of that one????
Another thing. Happy Birhtday, WAY OVERDONE!!!! sometimes it's annoying to be noticed. If a birthday is THAT big of a deal, why do I have to be at school in the first place. And how do I know that people aren't muttering under their breath saying,
"What I meant to say was Crappy Birthday, loser"?
Lastly. If I didn't know better, I think people want me to die from overeating bfore my 16th b-day. Why did you make me breakfast? Why did you bring me lunch? Why did you pay for a huge meal for supper? Was I really that enjoyable to give birth to? was it that painless for you? Because 15 years ago, the only thing you could think about was the fact that being 2 weeks late made me fat and painful. (at least, I would have been in pain. wasn't that part of the curse anyways?
I'd like to add that I am proud of this- I am undeafeted at the birthday candles for yet another year....
15, and I'm ready to change the birthday mindset....
Then I'll change the world
singlehandedly
-Bekah
3 Comments:
Hey Hey! I love curtis! He's awesome! I completely meant to tell you to have crappy birthday because i hate you!
By crzyblonde19, at Friday, April 07, 2006 5:11:00 PM
just kidding!!! hahaha i know not funny. I love you like a sister! So i hope you have a good day today and I'll see you at the game!
me!
By crzyblonde19, at Friday, April 07, 2006 5:11:00 PM
hansolo dearest.. you do not have a.d.d. maybe you think you do but you don't anyways senioritis is better way to put it.
By crzyblonde19, at Sunday, April 09, 2006 7:25:00 PM
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