Thursday, 6 March 2008 | 9:13 pm

Last day of being 16

I was going to have a rant, but that probably would have been a little too negative for the day before my birthday. Oh, well. Stuff it.

I don't really like my birthday. I love birthday parties, presents, friends and cake, but I loathe the idea of being one year older. Seriously. When I told Tara, she said, "sure Mel" but its true. Who wants to be one year older? It's silly though, my little hatred. I mean, I've been progressively getting closer to being one year older since last birthday, so why is it such a big deal on March 7? But I can hardly go around hating every single day because it's one day closer to my birthday.

I guess on your birthday, you have to publicly acknowledge that you are in fact a year older, and a year closer to being 40, middle-aged and lonely.

I'm so stupid.

Another reason why I dislike the actual birthday day is that every year I want it to be the perfect day but it never is. That's totally nuts! Perfect days never happen, what makes me think that if a perfect day were to happen, it'd somehow manage to be my birthday when it can be on any of the 365 days in a year? Well at least I admit I'm a total psycho.

Anyway, Tara reckons that we should skip 17 altogether and go straight to 18. Every year just celebrate those milestones, like go 1, 16, 18, 21, 50, 100 then death. LOL, whatever.

Love,
Mel

Pee.ess - I think I'm getting and iPod touch. Yes, I asked for it. Please don't call me any names (ie. spoilt or materialistic) and don't judge me, people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.