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HEY GUYS I'M 21 NOW \o/
Everybody in the car, we're picking up a hooker and hitting the casino so I can do body shots while I lose at blackjack.
Ha, no, I'm basically having the quietest birthday possible. Today I went to my grandma's for pizza and cake with my relatives getting their crazy on. No one started any food fights, but I did learn a lot more about my relatives' bodily functions than I ever wanted to know. And halfway through the evening we all ended up out in the yard standing around and watching a roadrunner eat a sparrow, which is an unexpectedly fascinating process of undignified hopping and flapping and rather desperate swallowing. And then there were presents! Mostly of the non-physical variety, like opera tickets (OMG), but my aunt did give me some books and antique Japanese geta, and my other aunt gave me a box of seashells she brought here with her from Saipan. It was an incredibly touching gift - my uncle only let her bring a small tin of shells with her when they moved here, so she doesn't have that many, and it means a lot that she was willing to share some of them with me. And they are really absolutely beautiful. I'm going to see as soon as I can about getting a few of the shells made into jewelry, maybe earrings since that's mostly what I'd wear. For now, I am keeping them on my altar, in the Water corner.
Tomorrow I am lazing about being self-indulgent, I guess? My dad is taking me out to our favorite Korean restaurant, and then I'm spending the night at my mom's, because it would kind of suck if I didn't even see my mom on my birthday, even if all we do is hang out and watch TV. It will still be fun, and on Sunday we'll make pancakes.
I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm actually 21. That's, like, a real grown-up age! And I am definitely not a real grown-up. I'm barely even a pretend grown-up. It doesn't matter how much time I spend discussing Reader Response Theory or how often I go grocery shopping. When it comes down to it, I'm still a person who keeps a Green Lantern action figure in her purse.
ETA: I read back through my birthday tag, and this entry is pretty much the exact same entry I've written for my last three birthdays. I guess I'm really just not good at this whole getting older thing? Somehow it always catches me by surprise. Even though, you know, it's happened at the same time for the last twenty years.
Everybody in the car, we're picking up a hooker and hitting the casino so I can do body shots while I lose at blackjack.
Ha, no, I'm basically having the quietest birthday possible. Today I went to my grandma's for pizza and cake with my relatives getting their crazy on. No one started any food fights, but I did learn a lot more about my relatives' bodily functions than I ever wanted to know. And halfway through the evening we all ended up out in the yard standing around and watching a roadrunner eat a sparrow, which is an unexpectedly fascinating process of undignified hopping and flapping and rather desperate swallowing. And then there were presents! Mostly of the non-physical variety, like opera tickets (OMG), but my aunt did give me some books and antique Japanese geta, and my other aunt gave me a box of seashells she brought here with her from Saipan. It was an incredibly touching gift - my uncle only let her bring a small tin of shells with her when they moved here, so she doesn't have that many, and it means a lot that she was willing to share some of them with me. And they are really absolutely beautiful. I'm going to see as soon as I can about getting a few of the shells made into jewelry, maybe earrings since that's mostly what I'd wear. For now, I am keeping them on my altar, in the Water corner.
Tomorrow I am lazing about being self-indulgent, I guess? My dad is taking me out to our favorite Korean restaurant, and then I'm spending the night at my mom's, because it would kind of suck if I didn't even see my mom on my birthday, even if all we do is hang out and watch TV. It will still be fun, and on Sunday we'll make pancakes.
I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm actually 21. That's, like, a real grown-up age! And I am definitely not a real grown-up. I'm barely even a pretend grown-up. It doesn't matter how much time I spend discussing Reader Response Theory or how often I go grocery shopping. When it comes down to it, I'm still a person who keeps a Green Lantern action figure in her purse.
ETA: I read back through my birthday tag, and this entry is pretty much the exact same entry I've written for my last three birthdays. I guess I'm really just not good at this whole getting older thing? Somehow it always catches me by surprise. Even though, you know, it's happened at the same time for the last twenty years.