It's fun to stay at the YMCA/It's my party and I'll cry if I want and other hit songs?

May 16, 2006 23:02

I got the most amazing job last week. Assistant director of summer camp and the after school program at the Y. I had a less than ten minute interview and then she handed me my paper work and asked if assistant would be okay. I am excited. It includes everything that I am good at. And the kids I am working with are potty trained so that's going to be wonderful. I start Monday and I am super excited.
I turn 21 a week from today. I am excited about my party and that is it. I hate birthdays there is too much hype. Everyone always says so, you excited about your birthday? And who really ever is you are one year older. Closer to memory loss, wrinkles, and little or no control of your bladder as the lovely women that I work with have so graciously warned me about daily. I don't want to get older. I think it will make me officially feel like an adult and maybe gain the respect of people who don't take me seriously. But, I guess I have never had a good birthday. In high school it was cool because everybody brings you a bunch of balloons. But when you get older it's not a big deal anymore.
About my party. I saw the cutest invitations, napkins, and plates at Target so I decided to throw a party for myself. Most 21st birthdays include a keg, beer, pong and maybe some chips for snack but that's not me. I don't really drink. So I am making extravagant appetizers and buying martini glasses and I am not sure why. I know the guests probably have a different agenda. None of my friends are coming which is really sad but okay. I invited all of my roommate, Steph's friends. Actually, they are all my friends now too but it's just weird...a little bit.
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