The Birthday Meme
Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
May 12
Three Facts:
1890 - The first-ever official County Championship match begins. Yorkshire beat Gloucestershire by eight wickets at Bristol. George Ulyett scores the first century in the competition.
1932 - Ten weeks after his abduction, the infant son of Charles Lindbergh is found dead in Hopewell, New Jersey just a few miles from the Lindbergh's home.
1967 - At Queen Elizabeth Hall, England, Pink Floyd stages the first-ever quadraphonic rock concert.
Two Births:
1966 - Stephen Baldwin, American actor
1978 - Jason Biggs, American actor
One Death:
1944 - Q, British writer (b. 1863)
-I love that I have no idea what the first fact is talking about. And I like the word "wickets."
-I like Pink Floyd. And "quadraphonic" sounds way cool. I think I'll use that word a lot now. I don't even know what it means. Something to do with four and sound? Yeah, that's as far as I get with it.
-I want to meet Stephen Baldwin and Jason Biggs just so that I can creepily say, "We share a birthday and that means we're connected."
-How cool is it that this British writer guy was known only as Q? I automatically think of Star Trek. Q was an awesome character.
Good times, good times.
In other news, Arin worked her last night at Mobil. :( Well, she might fill in for people sometimes, but she's done. She has a new job. I'll miss her like crazy. She's such an awesome co-worker. Angie's taking her place. Angie's really nice and cool, but she's different. She's not Arin. Arin and I just clicked. I'm still getting used to Angie. I'm not sure how weird I can be around her. Will she think I'm stupid? I have no idea. And she's a bit older, like in her 40's. Nothing wrong with that, but I have a hard time finding common ground with people older than me. I'm not too bright most of the time, so I'm not very good at intelligent conversations. And I don't know much about the real world because much of my childhood and teen years were spent in a fantasy world. I used to live in my head. I was shy and didn't like strangers and never got out and did stuff. I was a loner who wasn't at all interested in learning anything about real life. So, I have absolutely no street smarts and very little common sense. I'm ignorant and gullible.
But this is turning into something entirely not what I wanted it to be. Basically, I'm sad that Arin's gone. Boohoo, too bad for me. I'll survive. And it doesn't mean the end of Arin's and my friendship. She says I can come over to her place any time. And I'm sure she'll call. And I could call her. And we'll hang out. It'll be all good. And she said she'd visit Mobil and get her gas there, and I can check out her new job. She's a friend for life now.
I started Peter Stormare's letter. It turned out not as pretty as Wentworth's. Oh well. Stupid green pen.
I hope tomorrow is a slow work day.
~Ferryn
P.S. Speaking of my birthday, I'll be 21 in 34 days! :)
May 12
Three Facts:
1890 - The first-ever official County Championship match begins. Yorkshire beat Gloucestershire by eight wickets at Bristol. George Ulyett scores the first century in the competition.
1932 - Ten weeks after his abduction, the infant son of Charles Lindbergh is found dead in Hopewell, New Jersey just a few miles from the Lindbergh's home.
1967 - At Queen Elizabeth Hall, England, Pink Floyd stages the first-ever quadraphonic rock concert.
Two Births:
1966 - Stephen Baldwin, American actor
1978 - Jason Biggs, American actor
One Death:
1944 - Q, British writer (b. 1863)
-I love that I have no idea what the first fact is talking about. And I like the word "wickets."
-I like Pink Floyd. And "quadraphonic" sounds way cool. I think I'll use that word a lot now. I don't even know what it means. Something to do with four and sound? Yeah, that's as far as I get with it.
-I want to meet Stephen Baldwin and Jason Biggs just so that I can creepily say, "We share a birthday and that means we're connected."
-How cool is it that this British writer guy was known only as Q? I automatically think of Star Trek. Q was an awesome character.
Good times, good times.
In other news, Arin worked her last night at Mobil. :( Well, she might fill in for people sometimes, but she's done. She has a new job. I'll miss her like crazy. She's such an awesome co-worker. Angie's taking her place. Angie's really nice and cool, but she's different. She's not Arin. Arin and I just clicked. I'm still getting used to Angie. I'm not sure how weird I can be around her. Will she think I'm stupid? I have no idea. And she's a bit older, like in her 40's. Nothing wrong with that, but I have a hard time finding common ground with people older than me. I'm not too bright most of the time, so I'm not very good at intelligent conversations. And I don't know much about the real world because much of my childhood and teen years were spent in a fantasy world. I used to live in my head. I was shy and didn't like strangers and never got out and did stuff. I was a loner who wasn't at all interested in learning anything about real life. So, I have absolutely no street smarts and very little common sense. I'm ignorant and gullible.
But this is turning into something entirely not what I wanted it to be. Basically, I'm sad that Arin's gone. Boohoo, too bad for me. I'll survive. And it doesn't mean the end of Arin's and my friendship. She says I can come over to her place any time. And I'm sure she'll call. And I could call her. And we'll hang out. It'll be all good. And she said she'd visit Mobil and get her gas there, and I can check out her new job. She's a friend for life now.
I started Peter Stormare's letter. It turned out not as pretty as Wentworth's. Oh well. Stupid green pen.
I hope tomorrow is a slow work day.
~Ferryn
P.S. Speaking of my birthday, I'll be 21 in 34 days! :)