Today is my twenty-second birthday.
Not as magical as the twenty-first.
I'm going to be a bit melodramatic.
I've had trouble with my birthdays since I had my thirteenth. The big 1-3 is supposed to be the first milestone birthday. Its the foray into womanhood and so every prepubescent girl looks forward to it. I remember writing about what I wanted to happen in my purple diary with kittens on the cover. I imagine my plans were heavily influenced by my adolescent obsession with Sweet Valley Twins. It was to be my first boy-girl party. I knew I would get my first real kiss there. I would look fabulous in something sparkly and my boobs would automatically appear.
Needless to say none of those things happened at my 13th. We watched "A Bugs Life" in my basement and played on the trampoline.
After the 13th comes the 16th. Sweet 16. That's when that first kiss comes. That's when you wear something sparkly as well as the addition of kitten heels. You have fire eaters, dancers, and some C-list rapper. I suppose that was Chingy at the time. Also, parents are supposed to by their daughters fabulous bentleys with customized rims and Louis Vuitton seat covers.
Well no, I didn't wear anything sparkly, no one made out with me, and we had a bon fire in my backyard. I did not receive my Bentley, or my Mercedes, and Chingy did not show up. However some boys were present.
Then came the 18th. My 18th birthday was my last day of high school. It started with me getting a ticket for running a red light at 2AM, half day of classes, and ended with a trip to the beach right after school got out. Not much to complain about (except for the $100 ticket). I watched Zach Trumble fly his kite over the water and I swooned, despite his dad-like appearance. We ran around Grand Haven, got some pronto-pups, and probably laughed about stupid things. Still no Bentley, still no Chingy appearance, and still no sparkles.
I had to work on my 21st. In fact I had to start at a brand new job. I couldn't be hung over, I couldn't ask for it off, so I suffered through it. It was my first day at Nat City, so it was already a bit awkward. Throw a major birthday in there and it just didn't gel. However, we did go "out" that night after I got off work. Out to Friday's at the mall.
Lame Sauce.
So today is my 22nd. I'm a downer. I always want my birthdays to be huge explosions of joy and whatever else goes with that. They typically are not.
I DID get a cake from my co-workers.
Perhaps I will have a more jovial update for tomorrow. Here's hoping, right?