I should talk about my birthday, yes? (Especially now when slightly tipsy on wine and far more tipsy on The Demon's Surrender. I am sure this is precisely the sort of mindset everybody wants to listen to me ramble in.)

Let's see -- I rang in the hour of midnight taking cinnamon streusel muffins out of the oven, and both cats slept in my bedroom, ( Read more... )

swim naked in the ocean under the stars
watch a thunderstorm
find a strange, magical new place
explore an abandoned building
listen to street musicians
ride around and around on the subway going to no particular place
eat sushi
try several different kinds of wine
watch a real play in a real theatre
find a portal to a netherrealm
read an exquisite new book ( Read more... )

The annual philosophical moanings notwithstanding (they'll come soon enough, I am sure; I am still getting used to time passing in the regular order, as when one is on holiday one's understanding of one's placement in time sort of stops), I am seeking ideas as to what to do.

For a birthday party I am considering having a picnic in the graveyard, ( Read more... )

First off, thank you to the internet at large, oh my for your lovely birthday wishes, which I am still processing and sorting through, especially as both my brain and my wireless are a bit fuzzy at the moment. (Midway through yesterday I realised how terrifyingly sleepy I was; fortunately it was a rather nice sleepy.)

I fluttered awake early to a ( Read more... )

I am not entirely certain what I make of today being my last day as a teenager.

It's something I can never have again, you know? And while a lot of it was dreadful, and while I barely fit in with teenagers anyway, I'm reluctant to let it go. It's been part of me for so long, in a strange sort of way.

It is amusing to think that my thirteen-year-old ( Read more... )

So, I got a rejection letter from Hampshire several days ago. Apparently I'd been waitlisted at some point, which was encouraging, although it would have been nice if they had let me know at some point ever, but the admissions filled up and I didn't get a place. Which was... weirdly freeing. I thought a college rejection would send me scurrying ( Read more... )

So, my birthday.

I've been feeling especially out of sorts the past several days, and I didn't want to write it in that mood and sound cross all throughout; I'm not feeling precisely fabulous today, but it's been long enough, and I don't want to forget anything.

So, I was trying very hard to come up with something really special to commemorate the ( Read more... )

I've just had the most marvellous birthday ever.

Stories, and photographs, forthcoming. I just wanted it to be known.

Well, here I am on the verge of eighteen.  Tomorrow I may rejoice in my new ability to check DVDs out from the library. Well, after tomorrow, really, because tomorrow I have sort of accidentally got my wish, and am going to run around Pittsburgh all afternoon with Victoria and Hannah. I have cleaned my room, made buttermilk biscuits for breakfast, ( Read more... )

I think that every year around my birthday, I say something to the effect of, every year around my birthday, I fall headlong into a roiling pit of existential angst. Which is true, and seems to get truer with every passing year. You know how I say I miss being excited? I really miss being excited right now. My eighteenth birthday's in six days and ( Read more... )