Okay, everyone needs to come to me and sing me happy birthday because tomorrow I shall officially be seventeen years old. Ain't that sad? Seventeen years, and I've done nothing with my life. <Sighs and shakes head>
Oh well! I get stuff. Tomorrow is the day I become the greediest, more self-centered person you'd ever meet. Only for one day, though. Well....maybe on Saturday, too, since that's when I actually get stuff and have a "party" and whoooo. Anyway, it's a day just for me and no one else, and I do revel in it.
Although birthdays always confused me. I mean, why celebrate a birthday? And why for the kid? I figure the mom should be the one with the party and presents--not that I'm saying that I don't like them; I'm not saying that at all--since she's the one who actually gave birth and suffered for a possibly lengthy time period.
But it's not so whatever. Anyway, what does a birthday celebrate for? "Yaay, I didn't die for a full year! Let's partay!!!" ....What the--?! I mean, I'm all for the whole 'give-me-stuff' thing, but seriously. What are we all really celebrating here? Has anyone else asked themselves or someone else that? Or am I just a freak?
....A freak? Alright. I can live with that.
..........Let's paaaaaartaaaaaay!!!
--BBQ
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BandAid...It's What's For Dinner
Just some random ramblings of another teen. Not too exciting, really.
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