I turned 23 over a month ago now but thought I would share this. I woke up at 4am that morning, coincidently, I was born at 4:08am. It’s something that seems to happen every year, like the universe tries to wake me up and tell me something. I spent the morning in bed watching movies with my other half, then finally pulled my life together.
Something you might not know about me is that I’m a closet attention whore. I love notifications on Facebook. It honestly takes over my life. I crave the social interaction. It’s an addiction and it’s a bad one. Anyway, on with the story. I spent my morning prepping my hair, my face and my outfit for the “perfect cheesy birthday facebook announcement” – something that honestly took hours to get right. I cut pieces of paper out and made some Pinteresty little announcement then my boyfriend took the photo and that was all. I know you are probably saying to yourself “this girl needs to get a life” but I’m well aware I have a problem.
The story behind all this love for birthday attention stemmed from a dream I had a few days before my 21st birthday. I had a dream that it was my birthday and no one remembered. I was crushed. I spent the whole day in my dream reminding people, dropping hints, trying to get people to notice, writing Facebook statuses about my birthday and not one person, NOT ONE PERSON said HAPPY BIRTHDAY HILARY! NOT ONE WALL POST! Crushed. Since then, it’s been a fear that everyone will forget to wish me a happy birthday. I’m a mess.
ANYWAY, here is the “perfect cheesy birthday facebook announcement” – hope you like it 🙂