birthdays and man eating fish

this is a facebook note from last year. but my views remain unchanged :)

I have just received a terrible shock. My birthday is on a Monday. This may not sound so terrible to most people. But to me, it ranks right up there with my cat dying, or a hurricane headed towards my house. Why, you may ask. Because I celebrate my birthday to the fullest extent possible. And yesterday when I found out my birthday was on Monday, I was devastated. All I could think was-alone. Alone, on the morning of the anniversary of my birth. You see, on- Monday mornings I ride to school with Jen and her mom. Not that I mind this, I actually really enjoy it. On most mornings. But I get up to the ugly static on my broken radio alarm, fix myself breakfast, and head out the door. Oh and did I mention no one else is awake? The first person in my immediate family I see is my mom, when she picks me up from school.What a terrible way to start my birthday. No ceremonial ripping of the last card on the birthday advent calender(I am the only member of the family who celebrates in this particular way) no rejoicing in the passage from my pre-birthday to my post-birthday(again a lonely celebration) it will be a bleak, empty morning. I just thought you should know.

we actually ended up in atlanta on my birthday last year, and it was lots of fun. even though we did have to go to the aquarium. i dislike aquariums, because no one has ever been able to convince me that the glass cannot spontaneously evaporate, leaving us in the water with a bunch of man-eating fish. this is a legit phobia. it's called the-glass-may-spontaneously-evaporate-and-cause-death-and-mass-hysteria-and-fish-are-not-that-interesting-to-look-at-to-take-the-risk-phobia. look it up.