One Week

Greetings.


Well, it's exactly one week from my birthday. Major psychage. I'll be seventeen. It's weird; the teen years are supposed to be definitive, a special event every year. 13: you're officially a teen. 14: you enter high school. 15: you get your permit. 16: you get your license. 18: you're an adult and you can vote. But 17 isn't as special or marked by something fascinating. Maybe it's the year where you can transport minors in California, but I don't know about other states. 17 is what I have dubbed the "blah year". Some of us graduate high school that year, and that's something, but the majority is 18.

Either way, it's one week away from my "blah year". I wonder what presents I'll get. All of my friends know this about me: I'm as impatient to get presents as I am to give them. I love giving presents as much as I love getting them. Christmas is an emotional overload for me, don't even get me started. But my birthday... it kind of lacks the joy I get for giving presents too. It's weird really. Luckily, Nana's birthday is three days before mine and cousin Ginger's is three days before Nana's. So I have SOME gift-giving opportunities. The problem: I never know what to get Ginger. She's flamboyant, larger than life, and provocative in her own way. She's awesome and I love her but because we have such different personalities, I never know what to give her. Nana is easy: art supplies, rom-coms, and Liam Neeson. (ha ha. Maybe i was thinking wishfully. I know I wouldn't mind Liam for MY birthday. I <3 British accents and Qui-Gon Jin. I'm a goner.)

But I don't know... maybe it's because "blah year" is coming, I am not as excited for my birthday as I usually am. I was reluctant to have a party, most likely because I hate seeing how many people don't care if they come or not (see "What Should I Do...?" from 5/19/10), and I just... don't feel it anymore. You know? That wonderful birthday vibe that kids exude naturally and a self-conscious women turning thirty has to fake. Maybe I'm worried about getting older. You know how, when you're a kid, you want to grow up?

WHAT WERE WE THINKING?

The future frightens me, and a birthday is just a stepping stone to that fear, I guess. But the presents help. =)


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HM

Bliss

Greetings.


I am in total bliss right now. I just spent three and a half hours at Joseph's house, two of which we spent watching YouTube. I went over there to deliver Mrs. Morton's birthday present (THE HOST by Stephenie Meyer) and she loved it and I wound up staying WAY longer than I planned. We ate leftover pizza, I watched him play a new video game, "Alan Wake", which is actually pretty interesting, and then we went into his dad's office and watched everything he could think of. Like this one thing, "Civil Protection"... oh, MAN, it is HILARIOUS!!!! I mean, the guy who does this is a genius. He takes Half Life 2 and he turns it into a comedy show starring two patrolmen, Mike and Dave. So. Funny.

Also, Joseph introduced me to this a cappella group, Straight No Chaser, who are AMAZING. I mean, I love a cappella groups, like Voice Male and The Voca People (I think they're so funny), but these guys... wow. Just wow.

But that's not even the highlight. Joseph and I were being all flirty and pokey and our knees touched a lot and I loved it. We used each other as foot rests. It was funny. And sort of not... It was wonderful. Definitely. Like I said, bliss.


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HM

Mother's Day

Greetings.

I hope all you mamas out there had a wonderful day today.
Okay, I got my mom two presents: GORGEOUS earrings and a white vest in a style that Bev REALLY wanted. I thought I was going to win this year. See, Dad and I (Bentley never actually shops for Bev's present) always compete for who gets the best present(s). And this year I thought I had won. I mean, those are AWESOME gifts.
But then Dad comes in out of nowhere and swoops this awesome gift for her: one of those digital picture frames that can hold 6400 pics. I even fell for it. Nana, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Josie, Jeremy, Bentley, and I just sat there looking at the pictures for, like, twenty minutes. (Man, I was CUTE when I was younger!)
As I mentioned before, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Josie, and Jeremy came for Mother's Day. Josie, Jeremy, and I had a lot of fun. They always love playing my games on my Nintendo DS, especially my vintage GameBoy game with Risk, Battleship, and Clue on it. Jeremy, age 9, is probably one of my favorite distant relatives. (Well, not like DISTANT distant, he's my cousin on Bev's side. But he's not my IMMEDIATE family. Plus, he lives two hours from me.) He's a cute little boy with a bad case of ADD, but he's adorable. And he's more talkative than Josie, age 5, at least he is where I'm concerned. But Josie came around later during Brunch when she saw her brother beat Battleship on my GameBoy in, like, seven minutes. She then went on to beat his record by two minutes. (Of course she had a little help. But, since she didn't want the help, she and Jeremy had a tug-of-war over my DS which caused part of it to break.)
Then we went back to Gramps and Nana's and opened presents, yadda yadda yadda. Then Bev and Bentley dropped me off home so they could go see IRON MAN 2 (which I am going to see next Saturday as part of Joseph's birthday celebration because his birthday's on a Sunday this year) and Dad went to his school to work on a few things. I stayed home and... did nothing. Hm. Perhaps I should have gone to the gym.
Nah, I was TIRED. I mean, I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep at Joseph's. Sheesh. THAT'S tired.

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HM