I'm Old

Happy birthday to me! I turned 24 yesterday. Wow I am old.

There is a system at work here. Days that get a lot of hype have to suck. These, in order going from suck to greatest suck, are New Year, your birthday, and Valentine's Day. This being said, it wasn't the worst birthday ever, despite my orphan status. There was pizza, there was ice skating, there were presents and cards and phone messages. And I only cried twice (stupid England trying to make life here miserable so I'll leave). I think it is traditional to cry on one's birthday, as I and my friend are actively proving this. It's as if life saves up all its little digs and throws them at you all at once because it knows you are supposed to be happy and doing joyful things for yourself. On any other day you could deal with this well and calmly. But not on your birthday. Oh no indeed. But I have a new laptop with a program I really really needed (not to mention that my current laptop is still broken), muffins (with cookies on the way), an only very slightly black eye, and lots of pretty darn nice friends.


Shout out to Jasmine, my pretty Thai Scottish friend. Her birthday is tomorrow and I want it to be wonderful for her. It is hard to have a birthday when, as she put it, "you're in the middle of nowhere, geographically and mentally." Don't worry though, Jo is on the case, and as tomorrow is Friday I have the obligation to make it a party. Bailey's during rehearsal? I think so.