Lets talk about birthdays.

(This post isn't as suckish as the past ones have been. Give me a few days and I'll be good as new!)

No, don't worry, you haven't forgotten m birthday, that's coming up on the 24th.

But I was thinking about them, and I thought I'd share my thoughts with you. Because that's how this whole 'blogging' thing works.

So, birthdays happen once a year, and that's cool with me. It's kind of like Christmas, how you wait all year and then get a heap of stuff and some happy, religious music. Only, on your birthday, your little brother doesn't also get stuff. (Except when I turned 9 and got really big presents, so my grandparents got my little bro stuff too so he wouldn't be jealous. I was mad.)It's YOUR day. Which is cool.

But, it is also like Christmas in another way. You wait and wait for it, and then, BAM, it's over. And if you're like me, you never really feel older on your birthday. Looking back now, I go "Wow, I sure am older than I was then." But on the actual day, I just feel the same.

A friend of mine recently turned 16, and when I asked "How do yo feel, now that you're 16?" they replied "I feel older. 15 felt young."

Now, this is an opinion, yes, but I can't quite understand how one just feeeeeeeeeels older.

I feel older every time my hips do something funny, and I have to wait to regain movement in my legs. I believe this happens because I have a calcium deficiency and my body hates me. And yes, mother is going to make me see a doctor eventually.

Don't even get me started about what my knees do...