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I've been putting my bithday on the downlow this year. I have plans, and I actually don't want to force my friends to try to put me at the center of those plans. But since both the party-hosts for tomorrow's parties don't/can't read LJ, and I trust the party-attendees to keep my secret: fuck it.
Today is my last day of being 27. It's been a good year, overall. Moved forwards and upwards for a large chunk of it, developing and honing my graphic design career/skills, focusing more clearly on my goals, and taking my art seriously- showing it during several exhibitions at a neat little gallery. There was a nasty breakup, an odd transition as my parents moved away, and some doldrums/stagnation afterwards, but I'm moving on. Made new friends, kept the old, all of that fun stuff. All in all, a very pleasing year. I'm more of the Catalyst/Brat Trickster, more of the Hedonist, more of the Winged Warrior Womyn than I was before. If I've left some friends confused and some ex-friends frothing by these developments, all the better. I've learned how to wash my hands of my ex-friends, not engage in their pointless battles, just leave them be. It would be nice if I could leave them alone forever, but I'm not yet certain I have the capacity. Perhaps a good goal would be to find some misogynist, anti-choice pricks on the internet and fuck with them instead of those ex-friends. The Gods know, there are plenty who deserve the acidic side of my tongue.
Looking ahead, I notice I'm two years from thirty. And right now, with only three or four weeks' worth of exercise, I'm in finer shape than I have been for much of my life. (I don't think I can repeat the conditioning that comes from a few weeks on the Maine AT, unless I do it again.) I don't think thirty is the benchmark for when "old" begins. In fact, I'm not sure I'll ever get "old". My body will crumble, various joints will be replaced (and, sometime this year- glasses for my deteriorating vision!) but I don't see myself embracing the cynicism, pessimism, and continuous stagnation that I associate with older people. We'll see. It's a battle, through every bump in the path, to keep my chin up and my wonderment intact. So far, I'm doing swimmingly. I wonder if some people have children because they've forgotten how to see with a child's eyes? That's a question to flesh out another day.
Yesterday, I bought myself the best possible birthday present. Zoo membership! I can now see zebras and marmosets and wallabies any day I want to! I plan to go at least once a week: perhaps more in Spring. It felt like Spring yesterday and the day before. Gee, I'm sure glad the Republicans have assured me there's no such thing as Global Warming, or I might be a tad concerned about 60-degree days in New England so close to my birthday.
Today, I'll go buy a tiara such as birthday grrrls are permitted to wear. And perhaps the 311 and Sarah M. CDs I've been lusting after. Maybe even go see Paycheck, or some other matinee-movie. Next week, I'm going to see Matrix: Revolutions on IMAX! I missed it in the normal movies, so I'm very very excited. I expect no more from it than to be as lovely eye-candy as the first two films.
I drank last night- three whole drinks! Alcoholic, even! zantiphia and I made up this delicious concoction: Bailey's and Coke, with cherries on top. Tastes like a delicious Coke Float. I wanted to remind my body what alcohol felt like . . . a dry run for tomorrow, if you will. I feel fine this morning! A slightly glassy stomach, but I know that'll pass by the afternoon.
Well, I think I'll see what you folks are up to, this fine 30th of December, and then I'll stroll down to the mall to purchase CDs and that iron Julius has been longing for. Yes, I'm married to the queerest heterosexual man I know. So what?
Today is my last day of being 27. It's been a good year, overall. Moved forwards and upwards for a large chunk of it, developing and honing my graphic design career/skills, focusing more clearly on my goals, and taking my art seriously- showing it during several exhibitions at a neat little gallery. There was a nasty breakup, an odd transition as my parents moved away, and some doldrums/stagnation afterwards, but I'm moving on. Made new friends, kept the old, all of that fun stuff. All in all, a very pleasing year. I'm more of the Catalyst/Brat Trickster, more of the Hedonist, more of the Winged Warrior Womyn than I was before. If I've left some friends confused and some ex-friends frothing by these developments, all the better. I've learned how to wash my hands of my ex-friends, not engage in their pointless battles, just leave them be. It would be nice if I could leave them alone forever, but I'm not yet certain I have the capacity. Perhaps a good goal would be to find some misogynist, anti-choice pricks on the internet and fuck with them instead of those ex-friends. The Gods know, there are plenty who deserve the acidic side of my tongue.
Looking ahead, I notice I'm two years from thirty. And right now, with only three or four weeks' worth of exercise, I'm in finer shape than I have been for much of my life. (I don't think I can repeat the conditioning that comes from a few weeks on the Maine AT, unless I do it again.) I don't think thirty is the benchmark for when "old" begins. In fact, I'm not sure I'll ever get "old". My body will crumble, various joints will be replaced (and, sometime this year- glasses for my deteriorating vision!) but I don't see myself embracing the cynicism, pessimism, and continuous stagnation that I associate with older people. We'll see. It's a battle, through every bump in the path, to keep my chin up and my wonderment intact. So far, I'm doing swimmingly. I wonder if some people have children because they've forgotten how to see with a child's eyes? That's a question to flesh out another day.
Yesterday, I bought myself the best possible birthday present. Zoo membership! I can now see zebras and marmosets and wallabies any day I want to! I plan to go at least once a week: perhaps more in Spring. It felt like Spring yesterday and the day before. Gee, I'm sure glad the Republicans have assured me there's no such thing as Global Warming, or I might be a tad concerned about 60-degree days in New England so close to my birthday.
Today, I'll go buy a tiara such as birthday grrrls are permitted to wear. And perhaps the 311 and Sarah M. CDs I've been lusting after. Maybe even go see Paycheck, or some other matinee-movie. Next week, I'm going to see Matrix: Revolutions on IMAX! I missed it in the normal movies, so I'm very very excited. I expect no more from it than to be as lovely eye-candy as the first two films.
I drank last night- three whole drinks! Alcoholic, even! zantiphia and I made up this delicious concoction: Bailey's and Coke, with cherries on top. Tastes like a delicious Coke Float. I wanted to remind my body what alcohol felt like . . . a dry run for tomorrow, if you will. I feel fine this morning! A slightly glassy stomach, but I know that'll pass by the afternoon.
Well, I think I'll see what you folks are up to, this fine 30th of December, and then I'll stroll down to the mall to purchase CDs and that iron Julius has been longing for. Yes, I'm married to the queerest heterosexual man I know. So what?