Birthdays suck.
I. HATE. BIRTHDAYS. Really, I do. And this rant is /not/ because today is my birthday, or because I'm having a bad day. Nope, not one bit. Birthdays suck because nothing ever goes as planned. Ever. My best friends blew me off in favor of some stupid rehearsal that they have multiple times a week, every damn week. I don't want to be pissed about something so trivial, but I can't help it... Couldn't they at least say /SOMETHING/ about not being able to go /BEFORE/ today so that I could find other plans?
On another note, I forgot to take my birthday down from Facebook yesterday, and so now I keep getting notifications of people who I never talk to writing on my wall. I mean, not to be the epic bitch that I am being right now, but must you send me inbox and notification spam if you only talk to me one day out of the year? It is like I don't exist unless it's my birthday, so that you can feel good about the empty platitude you spam my wall with.
So now, I am sitting in a classroom in a school I don't go to waiting for an acquaintance to finish her tutoring session, so that a mutual friend can hang out with us at the mall. On the bright side, I got to catch up with a former teacher of mine.
On another note, I forgot to take my birthday down from Facebook yesterday, and so now I keep getting notifications of people who I never talk to writing on my wall. I mean, not to be the epic bitch that I am being right now, but must you send me inbox and notification spam if you only talk to me one day out of the year? It is like I don't exist unless it's my birthday, so that you can feel good about the empty platitude you spam my wall with.
So now, I am sitting in a classroom in a school I don't go to waiting for an acquaintance to finish her tutoring session, so that a mutual friend can hang out with us at the mall. On the bright side, I got to catch up with a former teacher of mine.