Days and Wax and TWAPS in the night
Hmm... a couple hours to go until my 28th birthday.
Oddly enough, birthdays don't concern me much. I usually start thinking of myself as a year older about halfway through the calendar year, and by the time my birthday does roll around, I'm usually convinced that I've been that age all along. Not quite sure if that made any sense, but to sum it all up: I feel as though I've been 28 years old for a long time already.
Now the problem is trying to convince myself that I'm not in fact, turning 29 years old tomorrow. Heh.
So, yeah.
This is the first time I've celebrated a birthday in my home town since I was 18 years old. Since it always fell around the beginning of a new semester, I spent them with my friends at school... and I usually stayed down South even after college, mostly because I couldn't afford to make a 12-hour bus trip just to spend a couple days with family.
Yeesh, that sounds bad.
Anyways... yeah! Birthdays!
Don't care much about them, one way or the other.
Heheh. I remember one year when I was living at the Gottses, I managed to completely ignore the fact that it was my birthday and didn't let anyone know. It was only a call from my friend Jenny from highschool to wish me a happy birthday that nearly gave me away (Jenny's a great gal and for YEARS without fail she'd call me on my birthday). Mellon and them found out a few days later, and boy were they cheesed! Ha!
Th' hell?
A couple of times tonight there's been a loud !BANG! outside the house... at first, it was near the front, but this last one was more towards the side. Weird! Maybe the house has become a magnet for frozen owls to splat against or something.
*sigh*
I was going to go on about Nanny, but it was too depressing for a public post. I'll just put those thoughts down in a private post for later.
In lighter news, I tried to wax my own legs today! It was my first time having ANYTHING waxed, and other than the mild feeling of "GNEEEEYAAIIIIIEEEE *pant* DAMN THAT STINGS", it wasn't all that bad.
It IS a two-person job though, since there are some parts that are really awkward to get at when you're waxing on your ownsome. *L* Looks like Mom'll be able to get some frustrations out on me this weekend, since she agreed to help me dehair. Along with hair-dyeing, hair-bleaching and hair-yoinking, I'll expect mass amounts of fun and painkillers ahead.
I WAS tempted to take a picture of my first strip of post-yoink wax... but then I decided against it because it was pretty gross.
Remember, my nickname (spelling error notwithstanding) is Chewy.
You should never wax a Wookie.
Oddly enough, birthdays don't concern me much. I usually start thinking of myself as a year older about halfway through the calendar year, and by the time my birthday does roll around, I'm usually convinced that I've been that age all along. Not quite sure if that made any sense, but to sum it all up: I feel as though I've been 28 years old for a long time already.
Now the problem is trying to convince myself that I'm not in fact, turning 29 years old tomorrow. Heh.
So, yeah.
This is the first time I've celebrated a birthday in my home town since I was 18 years old. Since it always fell around the beginning of a new semester, I spent them with my friends at school... and I usually stayed down South even after college, mostly because I couldn't afford to make a 12-hour bus trip just to spend a couple days with family.
Yeesh, that sounds bad.
Anyways... yeah! Birthdays!
Don't care much about them, one way or the other.
Heheh. I remember one year when I was living at the Gottses, I managed to completely ignore the fact that it was my birthday and didn't let anyone know. It was only a call from my friend Jenny from highschool to wish me a happy birthday that nearly gave me away (Jenny's a great gal and for YEARS without fail she'd call me on my birthday). Mellon and them found out a few days later, and boy were they cheesed! Ha!
Th' hell?
A couple of times tonight there's been a loud !BANG! outside the house... at first, it was near the front, but this last one was more towards the side. Weird! Maybe the house has become a magnet for frozen owls to splat against or something.
*sigh*
I was going to go on about Nanny, but it was too depressing for a public post. I'll just put those thoughts down in a private post for later.
In lighter news, I tried to wax my own legs today! It was my first time having ANYTHING waxed, and other than the mild feeling of "GNEEEEYAAIIIIIEEEE *pant* DAMN THAT STINGS", it wasn't all that bad.
It IS a two-person job though, since there are some parts that are really awkward to get at when you're waxing on your ownsome. *L* Looks like Mom'll be able to get some frustrations out on me this weekend, since she agreed to help me dehair. Along with hair-dyeing, hair-bleaching and hair-yoinking, I'll expect mass amounts of fun and painkillers ahead.
I WAS tempted to take a picture of my first strip of post-yoink wax... but then I decided against it because it was pretty gross.
Remember, my nickname (spelling error notwithstanding) is Chewy.
You should never wax a Wookie.