yourmomspace was taken
i'm skipping class because i woke up with a need to vomit. if i get through this last week, i'm throwing myself a party. a slumber party.
i spent most of the morning setting up the myspace account i've kept empty since last year when le andre set one up for me, so if any of you are on myspace, you should be friends with me. because i only have one. http://www.myspace.com/morelikeyourspace
i'm reading midnight's children (simultaneously with almanac of the dead, 700+ pages, & becoming a man, 300+ pages) & i like the way rushdie talks about saleem's birthday being a day that is so important, but not because of him. it's not quite like when people are born on christmas or even july 4th in america, because they weren't born on the precise date: month, day, year. being born on the same day, the same hour that a country gains its independence must completely warp that person's perception of his or her birthday. for most people, a birthday's like a personal holiday that you & the people you know celebrate & there's something kind of intimate & familial about it, maybe like the feeling of belonging to an exclusive club or being in on a secret. the feelings of inclusion those inspire are more or less universal & i don't think we stop enjoying them as we get older. so to have to share your personal holiday with an entire nation of celebrators must be disorienting to say the least. & wouldn't you feel kind of robbed, missing out on the intimacy of birthday celebrations? & then to have everyone celebrating on your birthday but not actually celebrating your birthday. i don't know what i'm talking about. i was born on the same day indira gandhi was assassinated but it's not really the same thing, though i have some small amount of understanding for what it's like to have importance applied to you without even knowing why.
i got an A on my autobiography about school.
i spent most of the morning setting up the myspace account i've kept empty since last year when le andre set one up for me, so if any of you are on myspace, you should be friends with me. because i only have one. http://www.myspace.com/morelikeyourspace
i'm reading midnight's children (simultaneously with almanac of the dead, 700+ pages, & becoming a man, 300+ pages) & i like the way rushdie talks about saleem's birthday being a day that is so important, but not because of him. it's not quite like when people are born on christmas or even july 4th in america, because they weren't born on the precise date: month, day, year. being born on the same day, the same hour that a country gains its independence must completely warp that person's perception of his or her birthday. for most people, a birthday's like a personal holiday that you & the people you know celebrate & there's something kind of intimate & familial about it, maybe like the feeling of belonging to an exclusive club or being in on a secret. the feelings of inclusion those inspire are more or less universal & i don't think we stop enjoying them as we get older. so to have to share your personal holiday with an entire nation of celebrators must be disorienting to say the least. & wouldn't you feel kind of robbed, missing out on the intimacy of birthday celebrations? & then to have everyone celebrating on your birthday but not actually celebrating your birthday. i don't know what i'm talking about. i was born on the same day indira gandhi was assassinated but it's not really the same thing, though i have some small amount of understanding for what it's like to have importance applied to you without even knowing why.
i got an A on my autobiography about school.