| | So, I'm 23 today.
And, um, yeah, that's about it. Logan came over last night and took me to the movies in lieu of a tangible gift, we saw 1408. And, it's actually pretty good (very good at making you jump, very very good). Nothing like the short story, but what can you do? (8, 8 ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD) He had school at six so he took off about half an hour ago.
Speaking of gifts, I didn't really get any, from anyone. My parents are sending me money to buy a desk chair... which has to be the most unexciting thing perhaps ever. Logan took me out, which was really nice... but wasn't a -gift- persay. Jacob is in utter pain and can barely get out of bed much less send me something. Sterling's still gone (In my foolish foolish heart I'm holding out for him having sent me a postcard... which won't happen)... and that taps everyone about out. My expectations are too high, I know that. It's not like I'm a little girl anymore and what I really want is easy for someone to pick up (my little ponies or a little camera or a model of the human skeleton). My wants are complex now and can't easily be satisfied anyway. Oh god, I'm whining. I shouldn't be whining today is -my- day. It just doesn't feel very special, it doesn't feel very special at -all-.
I think I'm going to go lie down and read for a while.
Maybe I'll have a better attitude when I get up.
posted by Amber at 2:10 PM
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