Happy Birthday to Me.
There's nothing like a birthday that will make you feel, well, old.
For the most part it was a birthday. And I've decided that I no longer care for birthdays, anymore of mine that is. I understand that people are appalled when I say I feel old, for I am but a ripe and tender 23. However, I can't help feeling like something more spectacular should be happening, that I should be doing something great, while I'm still here, doing the same thing I've been doing.
Things aren't all that grim really. I did have a nice and somewhat strange dinner with friends on Sunday night. Various points of my spectrum of friends emerged to celebrate my day of birth. Needless to say it was interesting to host such a wide varity of people. Interesting and weird, but also good. Monday proved to be a bad day for a birthay afterall. I spent most of the day on my futon trying to catch up with the reading I should have had done. I was originally going to go to my parents house for some food and cake and then I got upset with my mother over the phone (for many undescribable reasons) and when she mentioned also that there was no such cake, I protested by not celebrating my birthday with them. I then immediately resented my brattish behavior because my dad was caught in the crossfire (per usual). He even offered to go out and get me a cake and I still declined. It wasn't about the cake really. At least not entirely, it merely added to my frustration with my mother. After those unpleasentries, I walked to the liquor store to buy wine. I drank it with Timmi and then went out to Foundation for "soul hole" Monday. It was a surprisingly good time. Some of Timmi's cohorts were there that I know and get along with and I danced with a Christina, who is really cute and was wearing a dead carcass for a scarf (it was actually a cool looking thing ) a gift from her stepmother, which she named "Fernando" in honour of the little animal that died for her so she could wear it as such. I got drunk. I danced. I still managed to get up for class this morning.
There are other things to discuss, but they will have to wait until another time my friends. Right now, it's bedtime.
For the most part it was a birthday. And I've decided that I no longer care for birthdays, anymore of mine that is. I understand that people are appalled when I say I feel old, for I am but a ripe and tender 23. However, I can't help feeling like something more spectacular should be happening, that I should be doing something great, while I'm still here, doing the same thing I've been doing.
Things aren't all that grim really. I did have a nice and somewhat strange dinner with friends on Sunday night. Various points of my spectrum of friends emerged to celebrate my day of birth. Needless to say it was interesting to host such a wide varity of people. Interesting and weird, but also good. Monday proved to be a bad day for a birthay afterall. I spent most of the day on my futon trying to catch up with the reading I should have had done. I was originally going to go to my parents house for some food and cake and then I got upset with my mother over the phone (for many undescribable reasons) and when she mentioned also that there was no such cake, I protested by not celebrating my birthday with them. I then immediately resented my brattish behavior because my dad was caught in the crossfire (per usual). He even offered to go out and get me a cake and I still declined. It wasn't about the cake really. At least not entirely, it merely added to my frustration with my mother. After those unpleasentries, I walked to the liquor store to buy wine. I drank it with Timmi and then went out to Foundation for "soul hole" Monday. It was a surprisingly good time. Some of Timmi's cohorts were there that I know and get along with and I danced with a Christina, who is really cute and was wearing a dead carcass for a scarf (it was actually a cool looking thing ) a gift from her stepmother, which she named "Fernando" in honour of the little animal that died for her so she could wear it as such. I got drunk. I danced. I still managed to get up for class this morning.
There are other things to discuss, but they will have to wait until another time my friends. Right now, it's bedtime.
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