Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Lalala.
I don't really want to have my birthday today. It's tuesday. That's a little boring. Practically speaking, I don't really have any friends. The girl is distractable and we decided to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, as she's apparently planing something special. My boy is a trillion miles away and working on a campaign. It's election day. My dad is a gimp, still, so basically I get to spend my birthday driving to see him.
I want to go to yoga, but I don't know how long I'm going to have to sit at the poles, so probably I won't.
My mom called yesterday to make sure I had something planned for today, which is sweet of her. I remember my freshman year in college I didn't want my birthday to suck, so I ran away from school for the day and no-one knew where I was. I didn't have a cell-phone back then (what do people do without cell-phones?), so I was prettymuch safe. I just walked up the hill and sat in a coffee shop about five blocks from campus and had the whole day to myself. Probably, if my dad hadn't asked if I could hang out, I'd be doing something similar today.
My boy called last night, also. Apparently the election up there is going to be interesting because half of Washington is flooded. The blue half. And the worst floods are in the two most populated districts, which are also the two that are not entirely vote-by-mail.
He also called me at about 1am. I was asleep and only sort of remember the conversation, but he definitely called and said happy birthday and asked me if I was asleep. I remember that much.
I am more emo than most people could possibly imagine. And by that I mean that I have always always dealt with a life of slight to severe depression. Which is kind of like being emo, because some days you pick up rocks and put them in your pockets because they are so sad, and you say to yourself, "sometimes I feel *so* alone."
1. Find clothes.
2. Go vote.
3. Go to dad's and help him install a wireless network.
4. Interject own thoughts with emo phrases like, "sleep until I die" or "loneliness".
5. Maybe listen to loneliness by sparklehorse a few times. that's a pretty song.
6. Read this post later and roll my own eyes.
Happy birthday to me.
Lalala.
I don't really want to have my birthday today. It's tuesday. That's a little boring. Practically speaking, I don't really have any friends. The girl is distractable and we decided to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, as she's apparently planing something special. My boy is a trillion miles away and working on a campaign. It's election day. My dad is a gimp, still, so basically I get to spend my birthday driving to see him.
I want to go to yoga, but I don't know how long I'm going to have to sit at the poles, so probably I won't.
My mom called yesterday to make sure I had something planned for today, which is sweet of her. I remember my freshman year in college I didn't want my birthday to suck, so I ran away from school for the day and no-one knew where I was. I didn't have a cell-phone back then (what do people do without cell-phones?), so I was prettymuch safe. I just walked up the hill and sat in a coffee shop about five blocks from campus and had the whole day to myself. Probably, if my dad hadn't asked if I could hang out, I'd be doing something similar today.
My boy called last night, also. Apparently the election up there is going to be interesting because half of Washington is flooded. The blue half. And the worst floods are in the two most populated districts, which are also the two that are not entirely vote-by-mail.
He also called me at about 1am. I was asleep and only sort of remember the conversation, but he definitely called and said happy birthday and asked me if I was asleep. I remember that much.
I am more emo than most people could possibly imagine. And by that I mean that I have always always dealt with a life of slight to severe depression. Which is kind of like being emo, because some days you pick up rocks and put them in your pockets because they are so sad, and you say to yourself, "sometimes I feel *so* alone."
1. Find clothes.
2. Go vote.
3. Go to dad's and help him install a wireless network.
4. Interject own thoughts with emo phrases like, "sleep until I die" or "loneliness".
5. Maybe listen to loneliness by sparklehorse a few times. that's a pretty song.
6. Read this post later and roll my own eyes.
also when I write something fairly open in my journal I will often come back and roll my eyes and be like... ummm what the hell was I thinking???
So Happy Birthday, I love your new vanity pic. Hotness!!
Off to deal with some house issues with my dad and to work out the final details of the job offer.
Later,
Sean