Birthdays

March 3rd is my bitch.

For life.

Okay, so that's me making a silly statement about a silly notion - the birthday. It is silly, right? That within this weird holiday scheme, everyone is marked with this one day of the year that becomes "ours"...this sense of entitlement that in reality, is shared with plenty of other people and things around the world, but on your birthday, you celebrate you.

I love it, though. It's beautiful.

As a kid, it's the greatest thing ever to finally be that extra year older. Six years old?? Fuck yeah! I'll be practically driving next year!

This year I turned twenty.

Woo!

Wait...so I'm not a teenager anymore.

...My teenage years are over? When did- woah. What? That's seriously crazy. I guess it's just that I still consider myself a teen, still studying in college and still very much dependent on the financial support of my parents. And other forms of support too, of course. Hugs and such.

But I'm afraid birthdays are changing. Yes, it is definitely happening. It's not a bad thing, really, it's just...a different feeling.

HAVING ALL OF THAT BEEN SAID

I had such a fantastic birthday this year. I got to celebrate it twice! 

Day 1: Last day of midterms, which also meant the first day of break! Such a nice feeling. Marisa slaved over making a supremely delicious sushi dinner. I had been craving sushi for so long...it hit the spot with epic strength. Also, Bruce came over and gifted me "Beartato and the Secret of the Mystery" by Anthony Clark. Yeah, he gets me.

Day 2: Marisa and Steve took me to Zenith Cafe, a magical place of wonder and beauty. Amazing food. Amazing amounts of random antiques/art/crap hanging from every surface. I wanted to steal everything. But I just ate the food and smiled, overcome with warm, happy delightfulness.

Then, getting back to the apartment from Zenith, the door was strangely unlocked. When I opened the door, there were...people lying on my floor. In the dark. They were my friends, of course, throwing me in their weird and adorable way a surprise party! Awww! Marisa and Claire had made me a cake (chocolate with peanut butter frosting agsohdf yes) and I had a battle with the mass of candles Eleanor put in the center. I think I know why you spread them out now (the flame just kept coming back!!!)

And we watched M. Night Shyamalan slaughtering of The Last Airbender, screaming at the screen literally the whole time. So much wrong in that movie. But so much right in pointing all of it out.

All in all, as long as I have my friends to gather with me like this once a year, I'll be beyond happy.