Of Man, Monkeys, and Birthday Cake


Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
You look like a monkey
And you live in a zoo...

Last Friday I was walking down the sidewalk, and I heard some young girls singing the above verses while playfully chiding one of their contemporaries (man I sound old). Being as how it was practically my birthday, and considering the tune was amusing enough, I have had the song stuck in my head for days now. I found the above picture of Charles Darwin and thought that the image was strangely fitting for the sentiment.

I love my birthday. Some people would prefer not to have them due to some fear of aging. I, however, do not prescribe to that school of thought. Birthdays are awesome. My birthday is the only holiday specifically dedicated to me. I do share the day with approximately 0.274% of the world population (assuming there is an equal probability of being born on any day of the year - which incidentally I do not think is true), but I still consider it a 'me' holiday. This year will be especially interesting, because as of 4:20pm PDT, I will be a quarter of a century old.

I spent the weekend celebrating my birth and the emergence of my tabula rasa by getting utterly smashed. Well, in the interest of accuracy, I spent half of the weekend in an alcohol induced fog, and the remainder lucidly perusing phospholipids and other assorted cell membrane constituents for my biochemistry test on Monday.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

I just wanted to take a moment to thank the usual suspects for their thoughtful sentiments and rocking good gifts:

Cory, Jennifer, Eugene, Mr. Gould, Donovan, Matt, Mom, Donna, Michael, Amy, Jean, Jason, Renee, Chris, Gary, Steven, and Peyton.

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(happy birthday by the way)
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