Eight days to go until my eighteenth birthday and it's safe to say that I'm, oh, just a little excited.
Today was R's birthday and a couple weeks ago it was C's birthday and then in a few days it's G'a birthday oh, oh and then it's mine. So, birthday galore.
They're so happy and I don't understand how you can't love a good birthday because the "I'm a year older" vibe does not wash with me, it just means that you've got another year of life to celebrate and maybe just appreciate and learn from which is always a valuable experience.
My muse for this post is R. And the fact that she turned 18 today. Me and C went out, bought her present, balloon, card, cake, joke presents, candles-the works and surprised her with it all at lunch at school. It was the look on her face and on everyone elses that made today so lovely. Because, sometimes it is easier to be mopey than cheerie and you can't not be cheerie when the whole dining hall is singing and clapping because it happens to be the anniversary of the day you were born, and it's the little things like this that make me like the human race.
Every continent, every culture, everyone has their own thing for birthdays. I pray that that never stops.
Over and out, homies.
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