Iris Designs For Life

I'm a little perplexed as to why I'm so stupidly excited about my upcoming birthday (it's this Wednesday, in case you missed all the previous memos regarding it). I think it's because the last few have been such pathetic excuses for days that I'm keen to have a decent one, and especially this year, because I have so loudly and frequently campaigned for 2010 to be my best year yet.

In 2008 I spent my birthday volunteering at the Weet-Bix Tryathlon, which probably would have been enjoyable, had a "friend" not invited herself then proceeded to spend the day complaining about how she was "roped into it". What?! And, Briar had thrown up in my car in the early hours of the morning, but it was just so funny I forgave her immediately. Briar is amazing.

Then last year was just a write-off. I've discussed it at least three times before on here, so I'll refrain from doing it again.

This year? Well, ignoring the fact that I have to give a presentation for COMP113 (seriously? What's wrong with the 11th?), I'm keen to have a good day that doesn't involve waiting anxiously for texts that never come, falling over and skinning my leg, or just anything else really shit. I'm buying a dress to wear. Yes, yes. How self-indulgent. I am buying myself a dress to wear on my birthday, solely because it is my birthday and I don't want to spend it in a Threadless shirt and some ugly shorts (no offense, Threadless). I'm going to wear the most outrageous makeup I can put together, and heels. I am eating whatever I want. I am going to smile at the Spanish-speaking Pakistani guy, and Drew Rodrigo, and the Chinese guy in the library with blonde hair.

I AM GOING TO HAVE A FANTASTIC BIRTHDAY.

Unfortunately, I'm not getting hair extensions, because they are just so far out of my price range (admittedly, not my dad's price range, but I am better than asking my dad - who I largely ignore and have done for most of my life - for $1500 for hair extensions. I am just not that much of an asshole, believe it or not). Instead, I'm getting a facial and a body exfoliating treatment. I'm some Chanel Luminous Matte Powder Makeup (and paying for it, because Grace is no longer in a position to feed my addiction to the itty-bitty samples of it), and probably whatever other makeup takes my fancy while I'm buying it.

I am going swimming. I am going for a run. I am going to go to the gym, too. I'm going to do everything I like doing, in a dress I like, on my birthday.

And if you wish me happy birthday on my Facebook page, you can expect to be deleted by the end of the day. Just letting you know.