March 13, 2007
Verse Number Two
I would say that I feel old, but I've felt that way for about 10 years now. I'm still cute, but rounder than I'd like to be. I could make more money and try to keep my room clean, but really I can't complain. I'm trying to be kinda zen this year. You can't make people do what you want, but you can also not succumb to the brief satisfaction of kicking their ass...no matter how good it might feel in the moment. I had vaguely designated some prospects and they're not panning out. Granted, my non-movement attention span is about a week. I've spoken to one a grand total of twice and the other has been in a holding pattern for months, though I recently learned that he can at least be funny. I wondered for a while there.
Honestly, I'm just trying to focus on the trip to Miami next week. My first vacation after a crazy stressful year. The sun break will be well appreciated -- unless some random TSA agent decides to make my life hell because of my temp DMV ID. I've been having nightmares about that all week.
The birthday day was spent at the churrascaria in the company of an assorted group of 12: friends from a couple of months to 13 years and Ms. Mommy and J. We all ate ourselves stupid for the first bit and then spent the rest of the time praying they'd stop coming around with the meat. I was embarassed (yet secretly pleased) by the balloons and the neverending sparkler on my cake and it was a good time. Though I wasn't able to eat again until almost 20 hours later. The party night didn't go off as well and I had to really struggle not to get annoyed, but it was good to see old/missed faces and I appreciated Aaron not playing a night of Tears For Fears like he threatened.
Viva 26!
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