I love birthdays. Maybe because I like attention, or maybe because it's the one time of the year where I get heaps of ridiculous presents that I cherish for the rest of my life. I'm slightly embarrassed to say that birthdays also make me cry, because I cry at birthday cards, ALWAYS. There is always at least one card that makes me tear up. They're happy tears though, so it's okay, sad tears make me feel... well, sad. Happy tears make me feel happy, like when you laugh so much you fall off your chair and crack your head open and then bleed to death, but it's okay, because you died laughing.
I have gotten some wonderful cards already! (Yes, I open my presents as they come... sorry Jarred, but that's how I roooolllllllll!) And some really nice presents, especially one from my friend who works in the office at our school who wrote all her writings down in a book for me, which was so, so brilliant! Thank you Liz :)
What can I say... birthdays are a great time of the year! When I was younger I liked birthdays because I got to eat junk food, and take lolly bags of junk food home, because my house was a junk food free zone. It was the best part of my birthdays when my mum was making fairy bread in the kitchen, that stuff is so delicious - coloured sugar + butter + bread = best food in the universe. You know it is, readers, you know it is.
Most of all, birthdays are about sharing and celebrating a person's life, which is the richest gift of all - though sometimes I think everyone, as Keats says, has been "half in love with death" there's nothing more beautiful than living life. So happy birthday to the universe I know! Though you are large and largely unexplored, and I never will get to see everything, and there's good and bad in you, you're much like myself - alive, with good days and bad, unknowing in many places, unsure, and yearning for a taste of sweet, sweet bread.
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