Happy Birthday to Meee...
In about forty-five minutes I shall be nineteen, and, to think... I once believed sixteen to be ancient history. I feel the creaking of my bones beginning already. (No, wait, that's just the knee injury acting up again. Perhaps twenty will prove to be more landmarkish in the realm of aging.)
For the record, I was joking-I don't feel old at all. In fact, I seem to be suffering from a problem of the older I become the more I realise how young I actually am. At this rate, I should eventually lapse back to the mentality of a toddler...
As if to remind myself of its extreme youthfulness, my face has decided to break out, which has made me scowly. Still, I'm wearing makeup properly for the first time in ages and this hides it quite nicely.
So, in this spirit, a few birthday-ish things:
Apparently I now share more with Mother Theresa than a birthdate: she also had a lack of faith. Perhaps August 27 breeds atheism? (Although, I must confess to liking my guilt-free version better...)
I found out this evening that 'I Don't Like Tuesdays' has been nominated for a Quill to Parchment award in the Time-turner category, which I am pleased and a bit surprised by. Very cool.
Boyfriend has been dangling the fact that he bought me something Aveda for my gift, but won't tell me what it is or give it to me before it is my actual birthday.
If all goes well, the In His Shoes sequel shall be done at some point tomorrow... I'm giving myself unlimited writing time tomorrow as a personal birthday gift (in addition to the necessary champagne). I meant to do it this weekend, but then there was the working and the more working... And I've been up since four this morning, so my brain is mush.
I'm also done working full time at the coffee shop job forevah, as of today... Ten hours per week, here I come.
For the record, I was joking-I don't feel old at all. In fact, I seem to be suffering from a problem of the older I become the more I realise how young I actually am. At this rate, I should eventually lapse back to the mentality of a toddler...
As if to remind myself of its extreme youthfulness, my face has decided to break out, which has made me scowly. Still, I'm wearing makeup properly for the first time in ages and this hides it quite nicely.
So, in this spirit, a few birthday-ish things:
Apparently I now share more with Mother Theresa than a birthdate: she also had a lack of faith. Perhaps August 27 breeds atheism? (Although, I must confess to liking my guilt-free version better...)
I found out this evening that 'I Don't Like Tuesdays' has been nominated for a Quill to Parchment award in the Time-turner category, which I am pleased and a bit surprised by. Very cool.
Boyfriend has been dangling the fact that he bought me something Aveda for my gift, but won't tell me what it is or give it to me before it is my actual birthday.
If all goes well, the In His Shoes sequel shall be done at some point tomorrow... I'm giving myself unlimited writing time tomorrow as a personal birthday gift (in addition to the necessary champagne). I meant to do it this weekend, but then there was the working and the more working... And I've been up since four this morning, so my brain is mush.
I'm also done working full time at the coffee shop job forevah, as of today... Ten hours per week, here I come.