Birthdays.

I'm so conflicted about these.
On the one hand- it's just simply nice.
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I'm sure there are more reasons, that will hopefully be coming soon...


Why I don't like them:
They're awkward. Unpleasantly, uneasily, awkwardly awkward.
I get the requisite phone calls (from across the world, three or four countries, actually). I do not like phone calls; I mentioned it earlier. I severely dislike phone calls, because THEY ANNOY ME. I am painfully awkward over the phone, and when it's a giant mass happy birthday whoo call, I freeze a little and stammer thanks and all that stuff.

I get the cards, mailed in from again, all over the world. They are all always generic, with a signature and maybe a little message. Oh, wait- sometimes it's not even a card. I got an EMAIL as a happy birthday wish. Not an e-card, either, which might have been remotely close to passable. I got a lovely three-line email, signed 'The ------ family'. I thought it was a little substandard...but who am I to be vaguely affronted?

Cake-cutting. Let me just say it again. Cake-cutting.
:sigh:
Again, how must I put it...it's awkward. People sing (and 99 times out of 10 [quoting a teacher of mine!] they're out of tune, offkey, or both), you stand and smile and pose for the cameras (because there have to be cameras), and if you haven't picked out the cake yourself, it won't be to your taste.

I know this for a fact, since mine is today :]
I had a horridly surprising yet well-meaning surprise cake-cutting on Saturday with a picnic of family friends and- hold on. Wait.



Never mind. I like birthdays.

Chatting About Precal- the epic love saga of two nerds.

Okay, so the title's sort of misleading. It's not a love saga so much as it is a huge pot of drama and side-long glances mixed in with a few over-analyzed texts and faux-death-threats.

My friend (let's call her K. I hadn't used my middle right finger for a while. I would've used 'I', but that would not have worked.) K liked this other guy (let's name him R! Left index finger time.) R. He, however, is a bit of a player (as much of a player as nerds can get -oh, ha ha ha.). Really though, he is/was/sort of. He chats up at least three girls, not including my friend, on a nearly daily basis.

Girl 1: she's actually already in a relationship- SHOCKER-. She is one of the two confirmed (nerd circle, again. Remember that.) couples we have. Oh wait- she's in the ONLY confirmed couple we have, since the other two broke up for some reason. Anyway, she's in a relationship. R knows her and the guy she's with. For some reason, he flirts with her all the time anyway. In front of him.

Girl 2: he supposedly really liked her, but...what can I say? He screwed it up. She has/had an on-off boyfriend, by the way, so I'm not sure whether he thought he actually had a chance or not. Anyway, (and this is from K who heard it from [apparently] Girl 1 who supposedly got it from R.), when he was trying to say 'I love talking to you', he said 'I love you'.
Understandably, she freaked out.

Girl 3: this isn't even really confirmed. He's just very talkative with her.

K: she finally asked him for help with precal homework. Eventually, she got his number and started texting and talking over Facebook. After his major ILY-screw-up, she tried to make him feel better, after which he indirectly called her a 'random person'. This made K 'not like him' anymore.
Despite this, when chatting with her, I used 'that you like him' in various different phrases, and she did not protest the tense.
Sadly, most of my friends have not matured mentally- they're going to get it bad in college.