The "Time to Take Off All that Coldplay from my Ipod " Entry
Date: 5 of May
Climate: Yuck
Eating: -
Drinking: Sugar Free Red Bull
Feeling: Friday ish (read: sorta lazy and anxious for the weekend)
Listening to: Well, clearly not ColdPlay -
Watching: last night, X -Men II.
Reading: What's that?
Well well well. Another May day has brought me even closer to my big *25* birthday. Should I throw a rager? Quietly sob alone in my room as I enter my "mid - 20s"? Dine out at a fabulously overpriced and overstyled restaurant? Go to my friend's bachelorette party in St. Louis over that same weekend? Hide? An incredibly awkward dinner with my friends who have no clear connection besides...moi?
Probs...none of the above. Obvy I am not that bent out of shape about turning 25 be/c if I was I would start to turn into one of those people who just ignore birthdays altogether. This is not typical of me - things like birthdays and holidays (esps. Christmas, hello) are occassions requiring obnoxious celebration. But as I grow older and more preoccupied with things like...well, adult life, my interest in all things holiday-noxious has faded. Christmas was barely a blip on the radar this year (more like anxiety as the law school apps went out), and my birthday just seems to be a disappointment already. Bad attitude, Cherie. Bad!
I still don't know what i'll end up doing - Eduardo inquired about this day months ago (knowing my history of birthdays)...at the time, i wanted to go to London or Paris but that sure isn't happening now that I have gotten my law school financial aid information totaling - on paper - just how much law school is costing me, and then for awhile it was wanting to go to Cali or Mexico City (also not happening), so what I will be counting on is the following:
A big sugary cake from like, Jewel (so low brow I know but I love those cakes).
A bundle of helium inflated pink balloons intended to be thrown out my 16th floor apartment window.
Drinking the bottle of Perrier Jouet I have had since like NYE.
...more? I think there was more. Now I forget which is probs good for Eduardo. I want it to be special be/c it's 25 but I hate planning and frankly don't have that many friends (lets see, Julie...Will...Lindsay...Erick...Sarah...Lena...Julie, no wait, I already listed her). So. The rager is out. The overpriced dinner (last year it was Spiaggia) is still a possibility. The cake and balloons and champaigne is a for sure...and of course, the 29th lapsing into the 30th and my 24th year fading into history as my 25th year looms on the horizon is completely certain. I suppose that as we age that's the only certain thing. Not the most sage of wisdom I know but its the...reality of life I guess. Bleak. Very much so.
...when I turned 23 I had a sign I made for myself which read "Today is My Birthday, It Only Happens Once A Year" and I got a pinata of a dinosaur. What can top that? Maybe a renewed excitement for my life. Especially with my law school education coming in but three months, I feel as though I should be more excited about my life but I just am not. I am the people I hate.
Date: 5 of May
Climate: Yuck
Eating: -
Drinking: Sugar Free Red Bull
Feeling: Friday ish (read: sorta lazy and anxious for the weekend)
Listening to: Well, clearly not ColdPlay -
Watching: last night, X -Men II.
Reading: What's that?
Well well well. Another May day has brought me even closer to my big *25* birthday. Should I throw a rager? Quietly sob alone in my room as I enter my "mid - 20s"? Dine out at a fabulously overpriced and overstyled restaurant? Go to my friend's bachelorette party in St. Louis over that same weekend? Hide? An incredibly awkward dinner with my friends who have no clear connection besides...moi?
Probs...none of the above. Obvy I am not that bent out of shape about turning 25 be/c if I was I would start to turn into one of those people who just ignore birthdays altogether. This is not typical of me - things like birthdays and holidays (esps. Christmas, hello) are occassions requiring obnoxious celebration. But as I grow older and more preoccupied with things like...well, adult life, my interest in all things holiday-noxious has faded. Christmas was barely a blip on the radar this year (more like anxiety as the law school apps went out), and my birthday just seems to be a disappointment already. Bad attitude, Cherie. Bad!
I still don't know what i'll end up doing - Eduardo inquired about this day months ago (knowing my history of birthdays)...at the time, i wanted to go to London or Paris but that sure isn't happening now that I have gotten my law school financial aid information totaling - on paper - just how much law school is costing me, and then for awhile it was wanting to go to Cali or Mexico City (also not happening), so what I will be counting on is the following:
A big sugary cake from like, Jewel (so low brow I know but I love those cakes).
A bundle of helium inflated pink balloons intended to be thrown out my 16th floor apartment window.
Drinking the bottle of Perrier Jouet I have had since like NYE.
...more? I think there was more. Now I forget which is probs good for Eduardo. I want it to be special be/c it's 25 but I hate planning and frankly don't have that many friends (lets see, Julie...Will...Lindsay...Erick...Sarah...Lena...Julie, no wait, I already listed her). So. The rager is out. The overpriced dinner (last year it was Spiaggia) is still a possibility. The cake and balloons and champaigne is a for sure...and of course, the 29th lapsing into the 30th and my 24th year fading into history as my 25th year looms on the horizon is completely certain. I suppose that as we age that's the only certain thing. Not the most sage of wisdom I know but its the...reality of life I guess. Bleak. Very much so.
...when I turned 23 I had a sign I made for myself which read "Today is My Birthday, It Only Happens Once A Year" and I got a pinata of a dinosaur. What can top that? Maybe a renewed excitement for my life. Especially with my law school education coming in but three months, I feel as though I should be more excited about my life but I just am not. I am the people I hate.
just let me know what you want to do. i'll be moving but hopefully have everything done/under control so i can super celebrate your quarter century.
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catbabies |
Fri May 05, 11:03:00 AM CDT