Happy birthday to me
Jul. 10th, 2003 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesThe fact that today is my 28th birthday isn't a cause for anything more than "oh, look at that, I'm officially older today", and going out for tapas tonight.
The fact that my 27th year ended with a bang (or more properly a midsize nuclear explosion) is cause for all my relatives to be e-mailing me with "Happy birthday, and don't panic".
The fact that it costs something over $300 to get to Detroit and back, not counting hotel and meals and all that stuff, is annoying.
The logistics of getting myself and my stuff out to Kent have started to get complicated. It looks like I'm going to have to pull people out of work in the middle of a week, which I really wanted to avoid if possible.
I need one brain to accomplish things and one brain to worry about them. I can't get anything done if I'm worrying about it.
Happier stuff:
I saw "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" last night. It could just as easily have been an Italian family, although thankfully not *my* Italian family. Very silly movie, though, and it just proves you should marry somebody if you're willing to duck-walk into old ladies in public for the sake of making that person laugh. Last night also involved having tacos for dinner. I hadn't had tacos in years, and I still can't eat a hard-shelled one without it falling apart completely at some point in the process.
Before all hell broke loose, my parents were planning to get me a trombone for my birthday. This does, in fact, make sense; I've always wanted trombone lessons, ever since I was in fourth grade and they told me I couldn't learn to play the trombone because my arms were too short.
Honestly, my life isn't as catastrophic as I think it is. It's hectic, and it's emotional, but it isn't catastrophic. This will not keep me from worrying, though.
The fact that my 27th year ended with a bang (or more properly a midsize nuclear explosion) is cause for all my relatives to be e-mailing me with "Happy birthday, and don't panic".
The fact that it costs something over $300 to get to Detroit and back, not counting hotel and meals and all that stuff, is annoying.
The logistics of getting myself and my stuff out to Kent have started to get complicated. It looks like I'm going to have to pull people out of work in the middle of a week, which I really wanted to avoid if possible.
I need one brain to accomplish things and one brain to worry about them. I can't get anything done if I'm worrying about it.
Happier stuff:
I saw "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" last night. It could just as easily have been an Italian family, although thankfully not *my* Italian family. Very silly movie, though, and it just proves you should marry somebody if you're willing to duck-walk into old ladies in public for the sake of making that person laugh. Last night also involved having tacos for dinner. I hadn't had tacos in years, and I still can't eat a hard-shelled one without it falling apart completely at some point in the process.
Before all hell broke loose, my parents were planning to get me a trombone for my birthday. This does, in fact, make sense; I've always wanted trombone lessons, ever since I was in fourth grade and they told me I couldn't learn to play the trombone because my arms were too short.
Honestly, my life isn't as catastrophic as I think it is. It's hectic, and it's emotional, but it isn't catastrophic. This will not keep me from worrying, though.
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Date: 2003-07-10 07:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-10 08:04 am (UTC)I think that's fairly universal.