birthdays

For starters, why do we feel the need to celebrate something that in the big picture is actually rather depressing. You are now one year closer to death. Because of you, your friends are now out twenty bucks for a gift to celebrate you slipping out of your mother's birth canal (I think if we thought of it that way, it'd be a lot less ridiculously celebrated). You birthday has now inconvenienced several people, for now they feel that if they don't do anything than they will offend you because of those few douche bags that have given their friends shit for not doing something big. It's awkward for you, especially if you're on any social networking site cause then people you haven't talked to for literally years will message you birthday wishes and then you feel bad because you sure as shit did not do that for them. You get fat on your birthday for eati99ng all kinds of sugary goodness, and if you are a true partyer, drinking your ass silly. It's super awkward cause for some reason people put off all kinds of uncomfortableness and ugly past (exes, fighting amongst friends) in order to make your day wonderful, but there is always the Undertone of whatever issue lies underneath. Birthdays are always underwhelming; you never truly get what you want, who you want to see never actually shows up, and in the end it feels like a regular day. All of this could be fixed if the tradition around birthdays was ended. I personally do not want to remember a nasty disgusting birth as my own, but I'd rather celebrate the future. What's worse is that those specific people who do work hard to make your birthday fun and say the right things, their efforts are disparaged by all the rest.

And that's my rant for the day.

and thus, the beginning.

well, this is the first blog post for this particular blog. an since there are no previous precedents yet set for this page, I am at a loss for what to say. So, I guess I'll state this blogs purpose.

This is basically a way for me to point out the ridiculousness of life, particularly portions of mine (a little egocentric, eh?). As a young adult female (not able to drink but no longer jail bait) who is a college going athlete my life is full of crap that would be good fodder for a sit-com that I just can't keep to myself. This blog is basicallly a rant about the ill gotten habits, traditions, attitudes, ettiquette, etc that accost us every day.

Normally, this would just be posted up on facebook, but apparently, they have a stupid limit on how many characters you can make your status,and I have a lot to say, thus this blog is born.

It is bitter, sarcastic, and cynical so all you readers out there in cyberspace (if you even do exist) don't take shit too seriously. Comment as you see fit, but if you piss me off I will delete you cause it's the internet so I can be anonymously bitchy and you'll never know, so there.

have funsies.