Birthday post!

Argh it's been so long since I last posted! I know, I'm sorry. But the thing is...nothing much of consequence has happened around here lately. I know, I know, there are plenty of things that I could bring the funny on, like the dead atmosphere of the casinos around here, or the time I nearly was straight murdered by a taxi cab speeding through a red light, but I'm just feeling a little...uninspired lately. Deskwarming = not the fun ride you'd have thought it was. Basically I teach for a few hours in the morning, then go downstairs and do some coloring with smaller children for about 45 minutes, and then eat lunch, and then I watch Buffy. For hours.

But today! Today is my birthday.

Well sort of.

Technically, I was born at 9:15pm CST in a hospital (from what I understand, the same hospital as Garth Brooks) in Tulsa, Oklahoma. People of Earth, you're welcome. What this means, though, is that because of time travel, I will not *actually* turn 25 until 11:15am tomorrow morning. But the numbers on the calendar are right at this moment, so today's the celebration day.

Side note: given my awesomeness, why isn't this an intergalactic holiday?

So what am I doing for my birthday, inquiring minds want to know (and also the National Enquirer). Well let me tell you how my day is gonna go: when I get home from school, I will go home and have cake. I'm envisioning something moldy, out of Great Expectations.

Taste my delicious sadness!

And then it will be time for the main event. At this point, I'm imagining me in tattered clothes that were once nice, with a crazy look in my eyes, half-weeping and half-singing over lopsided candles on a lumpy cake that probably was made out of old rags and bits of garbage.

Channeling Miss Havisham.

I might put up a video of this, but it all might make you guys just too jealous. And I wouldn't want to that.

(Post-Script for people who might be a little worried, I will actually be celebrating with friends. But afterwords! Dickensian dystopia HERE I COME)