Ah, it's fine. Having a room downstairs isn't so bad. I can get away from my older sister's (Not Mew, she's my younger sister) drama. On top of that, it's a breeze to tidy up.
Nice blog. Year eleven would probably mean 11th grade here in the US of A. Not sure, though.
To me, a birthday's an achievement for being able to survive for that many amount of years.
wouldn't it be another year you lost for helping the earth?
I guess you can think of it as getting closer to dying, but I just think of it as another year that I was given to help the Earth...
i don't really celebrate my birthday. i just like hearing people say happy birthday xD
I don't really like a fuss for my birthday, but if people want to use it as an excuse to but me presents and give me money and cake, well that's fine with me.
It's an arcane concept when you think about it. You're celebrating the relationship of your birth to the placement of the Earth revolving around the sun - a dubious measurement since a year does not have an exact number of days. Once you consider that the sun moves throughout the universe, and that the Earth isn't in the same place as it was for your birth anyways, it's just a clusterfuck of logic.