While I'm counting down to my birthday, I do my matrices and functions revision.

Hmmm.

This year my birthday seems a bit non-descript. I don't think anything's gonna happen.

No fireworks.
No air ticket to Netherlands.
No fancy presents.
Not even a puny flasher to cheer me up.

Not that I look forward to one.

I can almost predict how tomorrow's going to be. Which is in a few hours.

I'll reread my list of resolutions. Read some enlightening poems. Whisper softly to myself, "Happy birthday", in the melancholic sort of way that Harry Potter does in the first book, then wryly wishing Hagrid will come through the door.

Then if I'm tired, I'll go to sleep. Or else I'll try to do more functions.

Then I'll wonder why I didn't write birthday notes like I did last year. Then I might decide to bake cookies, but would then decide against it.

I'll probably receive some smses. Then I'll reply "Thanks:)". In school I'll probably be in a good mood, so I won't really care if Josh is noisy, so I won't poke him in the back and ask him to shut up tiredly.

I'll just float through the day. Then in the afternoon I'll go somewhere to study (failingly probably). Then maybe go to a bookstore and buy a present for myself.

I might think of people. I might think of my past birthdays. I might wish for more company. I might be a loser and go home early to share my birthday cake with my mother, as I do every year. Not that I dislike it.

I'll sit quietly in lessons, enjoying a secret only I know. Although it is a hollow secret.

I don't know why I don't look forward to my birthday.

Maybe I've exhausted all my gifts already.

Happy birthday.