Today, I am 22 years old.
Every other year, I looked forward to my birthday in breathless anticipation. Not because of the gifts, or even the large numbers of people wishing me happy birthday. I just love this day. I love having a day that is all my own, my special day. A celebration of myself! Who doesn’t love that?
This year, I am more looking forward to things being over, and starting new. I’m looking forward to graduation, to moving, to seeing my entire family at once at my graduation party, to starting grad school. My birthday is merely a hiccup on the way to all that. So, I’m a little bummed because I feel this is a sign that, oh, I don’t know… I’M OLD?
However, I can’t get too bummed about that. What phrase did I repeat in the previous paragraph? Looking forward. I don’t regret my college years being over. I had a good time, I learned a lot, but I’m done. I’m not going to feel nostalgic over this transition. I’m ready for something new, even if that something new is more school on the same campus, working in the same library. I’m looking forward to Bear not being pulled in the wrong direction by people who merely pretend to be his friends, but are actually completely disrespectful of him and myself. I’m really looking forward to them being gone. I’m looking forward to everything I have before me: supporting myself, furthering my education, getting ready for the rest of my life. I’m looking forward to the next phase.
So, happy birthday to me. Starting everything new is the best birthday present I could give to myself. I guess I am enjoying this birthday more than I expected, even though I didn’t look forward to it coming like I normally do.
Today, someone found my blog by searching, “skinny hairy man”. SUCCESS! YOU HAVE FOUND ONE. His name is Bear. He is skinny as a rail, with so much leg hair that it looks like has pants on ALL THE TIME!
However, he is mine. You may not have him. My skinny hairy man. I’m glad we cleared that up.
My birthday is in 2 days. I will be 22. I already got my birthday presents of consequence. My mom bought me mah pearls on the cruise. It’s not like she could sneakily buy them and give them to me later. The cruise was a month ago, and I was ready to buy them for myself, credit card in hand and everything when she swooped in all, “I’ll buy them. They’ll be your birthday present.” FINE. BUY ME JEWELRY A MONTH BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. SEE IF I CARE. I’ll wear them every day except the days I forget jewelry in RETALIATION.
Bear gave me my birthday present over a month ago, also, when he got back from New Orleans (Nwarlins). I told him a while ago that the only piece of jewelry I am craving (besides a big rock, but that doesn’t count) is a big amber pendant. With a bug in it. I know, peculiar, but that’s me. He got really excited about it, too. He knows I love amber in general (who DOESN’T want a chunk of really old tree sap?!), so he’s been keeping an eye out for amber for me. The bug will probably come later, like after he’s employed full time? With money? And stuff? But I’ll accept amber in the meantime. He found some beautiful silver and amber dangly earrings for me in a shop down there, and was SO VERY EXCITED that he COULD NOT CONTAIN HIS EXCITEMENT UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY BECAUSE IT WAS SO VERY FAR AWAY. So, FINE. Give me jewelry a month early! SEE IF I CARE.
He is going to give me a card on Sunday, though. Just because. And my mom sent me two batches of homemade oatmeal cookies with a card. Because I asked nicely. They are tasty, and no you can’t have any.
Also, my favorite Andrea is visiting from SYRACUSE this weekend. There are so many ways that I am excited about that. We’re going to look at apartments for her when she moves here this summer. YAY BEST FRIEND IN SAME CITY. How convenient. She is also bringing cheesecake. For mah birfday. But it is up in the air whether it will be allowed on the plane (HAHA punny), so we’ll see. I will understand if her birthday baked goods do not make it to Pittsburgh, I GUESS. I am just so happy she is visiting.
Hopefully, Sunday won’t be rainy/snow like it looks like it might be. WEATHER GODS. DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME.
