10,000+

Sometimes I get bored with my school work and decide to Google stuff and write blogs instead. Tonight I felt the pressing need to figure out how old I am in days. I found a great website that provided the answer... I am officially 10,420 days old.

You'd think having lived 10,000+ plus days that I'd really have this life thing figured out... Turns out I don't. Here's what my journal entry might look like if I kept a journal.

Day 10,420:
Dear Diary,
I suck at being healthy. It's been about a week of this illness. You should see what's coming out of my nose... it's madness. I missed my bus this morning and had to walk to school in the rain. Apparently the sole of my right shoe has worn through, because about two minutes into my walk I had soggy foot syndrome. So I sat through hours of lectures with a wet right foot. In other news, I got a paper cut underneath my fingernail from the label of a bottle of salad dressing in my fridge. Seriously, what are the odds? It really stings. I'm not very good at life...

Sincerely,
H.R.

Ridiculous, I know.

This discovery of my age in days got me thinking... I'm not a big fan of celebrating my birthday, however, I am now a huge fan of celebrating 1,000 day milestones.

So consider this your personal invitation to Harvey Ralph's 11,000 Days of Life Festival. It will be held on September 17, 2012. If you already have plans, I suggest you cancel, because this party is going change your life for the better.

I imagine it a lot like this... Lots of old hippies. Pants optional. Please RSVP.