Doomsday Clock Has Begun!

It saddens me with such heartache that I must make this announcement. This is not what I wanted; to be telling the world at the moment (or whoever happens to be reading this). The Doomsday clock has begun ticking, and I'm afraid my zealous love for life will come to a tragic end. No, this is not a suicidal note, as this is only a new blogger over here and there is much to be learned. Tomorrow, sadly, will be my birthday.

"Well, that's not so bad." you laugh at me as you assume that I was going to type about the end of the world. Well, I'll tell you something! It was supposed to be the end of the world! Ever since I was a little girl, I said I would kill myself before I reached the age of 30! THAT MEANS I HAVE 3 HOURS LEFT!!!!! Again, I reiterate, this is not a suicide note.

I could be extremely desperate and say that it's technically not my birthday for another 7 hours because of time travel... but who's going to believe me? Let me explain a little. You see, 3 hours would give me until midnight. TECHNICALLY, I was born at 2 AM, therefore making the hours counting at 5. HOWEVER, since I was born in Manitoba and I'm in BC right now, there is a 2 hour time difference, leaving me with 7 hours to go. So, with that in mind, I carefully decide that perhaps I should not announce anything on Facebook and just ignore friends' posts (if any). You see, nobody really remembers a birthday anyway once your on Facebook. It's a cataclysmic attempt for people to post something on a friend's wall to wish them a happy day that they didn't want in the first place! How many of your friends do you actually know their birth date? I remember a couple. Sometimes (I'll be honest), I'll have a little help with other friends, but other than that, I'm not 'into' getting notices on Facebook that it's So-and-So's birthday. If I didn't remember your birthday in the first place...

Instead of looking forward to people hounding me with unmeaningful wishes, I call my mother. I always joke around saying "Congrats! You had a girl!", but then I get down to serious business. I thank her, for going through a super-colossal amount of pain just to breathe life into me! For all those private moments of belly rubbing before I was born, enjoying that bonding with a woman who I would grow to love and respect (minus my teenage years, of course). Thank you mom, not only for giving birth to me, but for setting my Doomsday clock 7 hours from now. :P

Tomorrow, I will be 30 years old. I will ignore the day from my perspective, but I will call my mom, tell her congrats and thanks, and be on my way.



Mel.