May 28, 2003 02:05
For my birthday I got:
from my parents:
1. a watch (from my parents)
2. blank tapes
3. they took me to the virgin megastore and let me pick out two cds: Roxy Music's 'For Your Pleasure' and Richard Hell's 'Blank Generation'. Things I should probably be embarassed to admit that I did not have before this, but whatever.
4. a nice lunch
from my friends:
5. the ziggy stardust dvd
6. a subscription to vogue
8. a mix cd
9. various consumables
10. burned cds: a) a whole pile of no-wave classics: no new york, pere ubu, the complete works of james chance and some stuff I've never heard of. b) two brian eno albums I do not have.
11. crazy dinner at a russian restaraunt
12. a torte from the med
13. matchbooks that A made for me. she MADE them. I don't want to ever use them because they are too beautiful. I've used one match thus far. One.
Best. Birthday. Ever. It really took up the entire weekend. The activities, of course, were the best part; however, I feel that I made out like a bandit. LIKE A BANDIT. I also went to the beach and drove around aimlessly with N for an entire day and bought the most overpriced diner food in the universe. My sandwich was the size of my fist.
I haven't updated this in forever, so I should add: I changed my major to an interdisciplinary program so I could make up my own shit. My car is here in chicago with me. I am moving into my first apartment in the middle of June. I'm staying in chicago for the summer and working. Life is ok. My love is only semi-requited, if that.