I've always hated the day of my birthday. AUGUST 27th.
Well, think about it. This is when school starts back up. Why would I like going back to school when it was my birthday? I hated the fact that I was usually surrounded by an institution, with teachers yammering on about something I wasn't sure if I cared to hear. And then be embarrassed later because I didn't know the answers. Well, they didn't know what ADD was back then. Nor was my dyslexia picked up at all. School was no fun.
I suppose you think it's different now. Right? I'm no longer going to school.
Well, there are good things about this time of year. There are pens and paper things on sale! I do love to look at and buy when I have some extra cash.
But really, if I could move my birthday a few months away, like--oh, I don't know--say October 31st. That would be more ideal. My birthday would be celebrated by ghosts, witches, vampires, werewolves--um, you know, people and children in costume. And all that candy! Oh! That would be my night for sure. And I could dress up too--I loved doing that when I lived in town. No one comes out here in the sticks. Oh well.
Two things I bought for myself were two books: Charlaine Harris' "Dead Reckoning"--which I am reading right now. And Kim Harrison's "Pale Demon". I actually found a hard bound of Pale Demon on sale reduced below the price of the paper back. Hot dog!
Anyone dislike when their birthday falls on? Just wondering. I can't be the only person!