For those of you who don't know, yesterday was my birthday! Some people are really nonchalant about their birthdays--if people mention it, great, if not, no big deal. Others dread the day, seeing it only as a depressing reminder of their mortality. Me, I run around for weeks in advance telling everyone that it's my birthday and then I get hyper-excited when anyone wishes me a happy birthday.
Me: I need to set up an appointment, my laptop won't close properly. Also, it's my birthday.
Apple Store Guy: Okay, when would be a good time for you to come in?
Me: Monday would be good. Today, however, is my birthday. How long do you think it will take to fix it?
Apple Store Guy: It doesn't sound like a huge problem, probably not long. Monday at 10?
Me: That works for me. Happy Birthday to me.
Apple Store Guy: Okay. And Happy Birthday!
Me: HOORAY, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!
It's a little obnoxious, but I genuinely love my birthday. I love birthday presents, too, even if they're super-creepy. Last night my friend Melody gave me this--
Yes, Melody the character in The Popularity Papers is named after Melody the friend who gives creepy gifts. They may look nothing alike, but I do believe there is a shared sense of humor.
I've got to stop playing with this creepy thing now, it's driving the cat insane. Insaner.