I've apparently saved my birthday related freakout for the day before. I stumbled on some old pics when I was attempting to clean my room of some junk and was hit with this thought: "wow...that pic is from like 20 years ago. 20 fucking years! I'm conscious of shit I did 20 years ago! Goddamn, I'm fucking old."
It feels really funny to think of myself and my memories in terns of big old time blocks and stuff.
5 years ago, I was at Wes doing my spring semester sophomore year which would go on record as the best grades I ever got there.
10 years ago, I was in the 9th grade at Hunter, just finished up my first (and last) season of basketball, had a lot of upheaval in my home life.
15 years ago, I was in the tail end of 4th grade and I'm not sure if the episode where I rapped "Funky For You" to my whole class just before dismissal happened yet (yeah, it was that random).
20 years ago, I skipped pre-K that year and was kinda coasting until I started kindergarten, running around under my aunt and grandmother.
Part of me wants to do a down memory lane stroll tomorrow. Go back to all the places I grew up, my old schools, and stuff. Depends on how lazy I'm feeling. I've been trying to think if I'm where I imagined myself being at this age. I'm no world-famous writer or overly coupled or a world explorer, which were the only vague things I hoped that I as a grown-up would be like, but I think I grew up pretty damned cool just the same. The party Friday is gonna be ape. For every person who RSVPed, I added like another person to the guest list and invited damned near 60 people. If half of those come, I'll be more than satisfied. Yay for me and I'm looking forward to the next 25.
Posted by Candicissima at March 8, 2006 12:52 PM