Happy Birthday To ME!!!
Aug. 10th, 2007 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccatoriaHello!
Today I am 24. Well, actually thanks to the complex mathematics of being born in a different time zone to the one I currently reside in, I'll actually be 24 at about 3:00 tomorrow morning, but semantics, semantics, the point is - IT'S ALL ABOUT MEEEEE!
I had an awesome day and have gotten awesome presents. They include some cash from my parents which has thus far bought me some DVDs including crazy Jackie Chan films, Empire Records (possibly the sweetest film of all time) and some Korean high-school action film called "She's On Duty," which looks awesomely wrong! Addy got me a book and some chocolate and a model to paint and, most awesomely, a SPORT KITE!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
automated_alice and sonofgodzilla outdid themselves by writing me a story and drawing me a picture of TEDDY LUPIN, the bestest boy who ever lived in a book, ON PARCHMENT (that smells of chocolate coffee!), sealed with genuine wax! From Kev I got shedloads of Galactic Heroes (because I might secretly think they're the cutest toys in all existence and be enough of a geek to be collecting them), and some graphic novels and a book full of Star Wars Stickers! Max Reebo and all five Bith musicians are now stuck to the lid of my laptop, ROCKING OUT!
I also got a couple of cards, a postcard from a friend who's currently in Africa, and a letter from my Grandpa which spent about a paragraph wishing me happy birthday, etc., and then about a page and a half telling me all about the 150 miles of navicable water in New York and its various uses in the Revolutionary War. Oh, and whether or not it was there during the ice age. I love my Grandpa.
So then we went to Torquay and ate pizza and went to Living Coasts and saw the penguins and various birds and seals; it was fantastic.
After that we wandered for a bit before going home and getting stuck for ages at various train stations. Then we used the cinema voucher I got from my work to go see Rush Hour 3. Which is pretty much exactly like Rush Hour 1 and 2 (except possibly with more plot holes) except somehow it doesn't matter because it's full of wonderful Buster Keaton-inspired action scenes choreographed by Jackie Chan and has Chris Tucker loudly announcing in a terrible french accent that, "I am Bubbles! Your new costume designer!"
There were a few things that sort of sucked; me and Kev had a minor argument about whether or not it would dangerous for me and him to go to Bodmin. Seriously, BODMIN. Okay, I know it's crappy there, but I doubt they're going to start beating on two people in broad daylight for walking down the street. Anyways, that conversation was inspired by the second sucky thing being that Danny didn't show up, which is a bit upsetting since it's my b-day. We know he's terribly uncommunicative at times, but we're actually getting worried about him; we've been calling him every day for the last two weeks and no word, so are currently considering when/if to mount a search-and-rescue party to his and possibly his parents'-in-Bodmin's house. And then because shitty things seem to come in threes, some wanker decided to shout racist shit at Addy while we were walking back from the cinema, and had screeched away in his little willy car before any of us had the presence of mind to scream back at him; so he probably didn't hear us by the time we started.
But we're home again now and there is Birthday Cake and we all agree that in general; today was a great day and I think I'm sunburned! And we're currently arguing over which Carmen San Diego Theme Song is better - the cartoon or the game show? (I say Game Show!) And there's no point letting shit like that get you down, right? Today's been...a really, really good day. Sort of...not in spite of, and not because of, the things that went wrong, but... But today has been profoundly real, which is why I feel compelled to record it all here, good stuff and bad stuff, because it was all part of today. And today deserves to be remembered. Because this time next year, I probably won't remember it, but hopefully I'll think to check back and read this.
And today has been very real. For that I am profoundly grateful. Not enough days have the weight and importance of feeling real. I can't remember the last time I looked back on a day and felt like I was there the whole time. Or am I making no sense? Well. My journal; I don't have to make sense to anyone but me!
I spent the train journey home sticking a sticker of Dexter Jettster in the inside cover of my (hardbound) journal and cutting up a newspaper someone had left behind and gluing letters in to spell, "Breakin' it Dooooown!" because that's so what the picture looks like Dexter is doing. I made a total mess. The train people will hate me. I did try to clean it up...
Oh, and also, on the way there on the train, the girl sitting opposite me was reading (and taking notes on) "Brave New World," by Aldous Huxley. I have a first edition (well, first edition after a special printing of 250 deluxe copies) of that book courtesy of my Grandma. I read it after she died, when I was the about the same age she was when she first bought it at its release. She'd underlined all these passages, and noted what pages she'd underlined passages on at the back of the book. And in one place, she wrote a handwritten note; just once. And all the passages she underlined they were...not the ones I'd have underlined. And that was really interesting. They were all about sacrificing safety for freedom. I wrote a story about it; one of the few semi-autobiographical things I've ever written but I lost it when my computer crashed. I think maybe I should try to write it again.
Anyway, my Grandpa let me keep the book. It's on my shelf; kind of trashed with age, but very treasured.
And...that's that. :) I'm going to cheat and put the date back by 30 minutes so's I can record this as being on my birthday, because I started writing it on my birthday; not my fault it took me a while and now it's tomorrow, right? Right!
Today I am 24. Well, actually thanks to the complex mathematics of being born in a different time zone to the one I currently reside in, I'll actually be 24 at about 3:00 tomorrow morning, but semantics, semantics, the point is - IT'S ALL ABOUT MEEEEE!
I had an awesome day and have gotten awesome presents. They include some cash from my parents which has thus far bought me some DVDs including crazy Jackie Chan films, Empire Records (possibly the sweetest film of all time) and some Korean high-school action film called "She's On Duty," which looks awesomely wrong! Addy got me a book and some chocolate and a model to paint and, most awesomely, a SPORT KITE!
automated_alice and sonofgodzilla outdid themselves by writing me a story and drawing me a picture of TEDDY LUPIN, the bestest boy who ever lived in a book, ON PARCHMENT (that smells of chocolate coffee!), sealed with genuine wax! From Kev I got shedloads of Galactic Heroes (because I might secretly think they're the cutest toys in all existence and be enough of a geek to be collecting them), and some graphic novels and a book full of Star Wars Stickers! Max Reebo and all five Bith musicians are now stuck to the lid of my laptop, ROCKING OUT! I also got a couple of cards, a postcard from a friend who's currently in Africa, and a letter from my Grandpa which spent about a paragraph wishing me happy birthday, etc., and then about a page and a half telling me all about the 150 miles of navicable water in New York and its various uses in the Revolutionary War. Oh, and whether or not it was there during the ice age. I love my Grandpa.
So then we went to Torquay and ate pizza and went to Living Coasts and saw the penguins and various birds and seals; it was fantastic.
After that we wandered for a bit before going home and getting stuck for ages at various train stations. Then we used the cinema voucher I got from my work to go see Rush Hour 3. Which is pretty much exactly like Rush Hour 1 and 2 (except possibly with more plot holes) except somehow it doesn't matter because it's full of wonderful Buster Keaton-inspired action scenes choreographed by Jackie Chan and has Chris Tucker loudly announcing in a terrible french accent that, "I am Bubbles! Your new costume designer!"
There were a few things that sort of sucked; me and Kev had a minor argument about whether or not it would dangerous for me and him to go to Bodmin. Seriously, BODMIN. Okay, I know it's crappy there, but I doubt they're going to start beating on two people in broad daylight for walking down the street. Anyways, that conversation was inspired by the second sucky thing being that Danny didn't show up, which is a bit upsetting since it's my b-day. We know he's terribly uncommunicative at times, but we're actually getting worried about him; we've been calling him every day for the last two weeks and no word, so are currently considering when/if to mount a search-and-rescue party to his and possibly his parents'-in-Bodmin's house. And then because shitty things seem to come in threes, some wanker decided to shout racist shit at Addy while we were walking back from the cinema, and had screeched away in his little willy car before any of us had the presence of mind to scream back at him; so he probably didn't hear us by the time we started.
But we're home again now and there is Birthday Cake and we all agree that in general; today was a great day and I think I'm sunburned! And we're currently arguing over which Carmen San Diego Theme Song is better - the cartoon or the game show? (I say Game Show!) And there's no point letting shit like that get you down, right? Today's been...a really, really good day. Sort of...not in spite of, and not because of, the things that went wrong, but... But today has been profoundly real, which is why I feel compelled to record it all here, good stuff and bad stuff, because it was all part of today. And today deserves to be remembered. Because this time next year, I probably won't remember it, but hopefully I'll think to check back and read this.
And today has been very real. For that I am profoundly grateful. Not enough days have the weight and importance of feeling real. I can't remember the last time I looked back on a day and felt like I was there the whole time. Or am I making no sense? Well. My journal; I don't have to make sense to anyone but me!
I spent the train journey home sticking a sticker of Dexter Jettster in the inside cover of my (hardbound) journal and cutting up a newspaper someone had left behind and gluing letters in to spell, "Breakin' it Dooooown!" because that's so what the picture looks like Dexter is doing. I made a total mess. The train people will hate me. I did try to clean it up...
Oh, and also, on the way there on the train, the girl sitting opposite me was reading (and taking notes on) "Brave New World," by Aldous Huxley. I have a first edition (well, first edition after a special printing of 250 deluxe copies) of that book courtesy of my Grandma. I read it after she died, when I was the about the same age she was when she first bought it at its release. She'd underlined all these passages, and noted what pages she'd underlined passages on at the back of the book. And in one place, she wrote a handwritten note; just once. And all the passages she underlined they were...not the ones I'd have underlined. And that was really interesting. They were all about sacrificing safety for freedom. I wrote a story about it; one of the few semi-autobiographical things I've ever written but I lost it when my computer crashed. I think maybe I should try to write it again.
Anyway, my Grandpa let me keep the book. It's on my shelf; kind of trashed with age, but very treasured.
And...that's that. :) I'm going to cheat and put the date back by 30 minutes so's I can record this as being on my birthday, because I started writing it on my birthday; not my fault it took me a while and now it's tomorrow, right? Right!
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Date: 2007-08-13 04:12 pm (UTC)Id beg, steal or borrow police story 2 as well, its almost as good as the first.