I woke up this morning and I looked at the little box in the bottom right-hand of the screen saying that it was the 5th of May.
I felt like such a fool who was unaware about a party going on. I hate when Holidays sneak up on May, especially ones that I lived in the country that hosts the holiday in question. GOODNESS!
Yeah…It took me about 20 minutes to realize that I was not Cinco De Mayo. Really it was Cinco de Marzo and it means nothing in the world. I honestly wish that they would get the hell rid of the 5th of March. Why? IDENTITY THEFT! Goodness.
Mostly it’s because I got dressed wearing white, green and red. When I realized that it wasn’t Mexican Independence day all of this was no long valid and it made me upset.
So I just got undressed and went back to bed. Now I probably won’t do anything for the rest of the day. Cause that crap is depressing.