Birthdays

       I really hate birthdays.  No, its not that I hate getting older, or the gifts.  I like those things.  I hate that people that I don't usually talk to, for good reason, have the audacity to come greet me, wish me happy birthday, and tell me to have fun.  Don't you dare tell me what to do! Just for that I am going to go and watch middle school sports and bore myself to death.  Teach you to tell me to "have a great birthday."
       That being said, the attention is pretty nice.  You can get away with things on your birthday that you cannot usually get away with otherwise.  Things like cheesy pickup lines, accidentally tackling someone in the hall, cutting in line and many other great things.  For example, today I hugged someone into someone else and took all three of us out.  When questioned by the administration my simple reply was "It's my birthday" and all wrongdoing was in the past.  Believe you me, birthdays can be great excuses.
       So now its like three minutes till the bell, I am updating my blog before a night on the town.  I will pig out and make sure I actually do have a great birthday.  Love to my friends, love to my readers, and last but definitely most, love to my mother who had to give birth to me 16 short years ago.