Birthday Birthday Birthday
It's my birthday for another few hours, and I have written a livejournal entry on or around my birthday for a few years now...so why stop a good thing.
It's sort of weird how many people tell you how much they love you when it's your birthday. With my very close friends, I tend to be very vocal about how much I love them and what I love about them...because it just seems ridiculous to wait for holidays to let people know how you feel....I'm too afraid of dying to do that, and as a result, generally my close friends are equally vocal with me all year round. Which is really amazing, but on my birthday...it seems like even my best friends top themselves in saying the most endearing, unbelievably thoughtful things ever. I couldn't get through Rachel's card the first time because I was crying so hard. And now with facebook and myspace advancements the most random people come out of the woodwork to say nice things. It makes me so happy, it's like, so moving to me that for even one second, someone I don't really talk to consistently was thinking of me and wanted to wish me a happy birthday. I don't know, I've just felt really happy with how many people contacted me by phone or text or myspace or facebook or email. So nice.
And I had an absolutely lovely day with my two favorite people, Rachel and Rebecca. This morning I had breakfast with my mom and her fiancee which was nice...I always feel so close to my mom on my birthday...there's something so intense about looking at the person who gave birth to you on the anniversary of your birth. My mom's fiancee gave me a card that made me cry. Then Rachel and Rebecca came to my house and brought me orange roses (my favorite) and we went to Descanso Gardens which was really fun. Nothing was really blooming but it was a gorgeous day and it was still really green and pretty. Then we went to Old Town Pasadena and shopped and it was very unsuccessful in the way of clothing but very successful in the way of fun. We had dinner which was nice, and our waiter served us alcohol fully knowing that we weren't 21. Rebecca cornered him on the way to the bathroom and asked him if he would serve us champagne even though we weren't 21 and he totally did it, we just had to show him our ids so that he couldn't get accused of not checking. So, it was nice to have alittle bubbly to celebrate with my favorite girls. Then I came home and cried hysterically while reading Rachel's card. It was just all in all a really reeeeally wonderful day. It seemed like a sort of sad last hoorah though because Rachel leaves for Florence on Jan.9 and our fabulous trio will be broken up...and then I leave Jan. 16 for Rome, and it's just a really long time to be away from Rebecca, and to be away from Rachel who I usually live with...so even 2 different Italian cities are going to seem like worlds apart.
I will say...I wish it was my 21st birthday, because...everyone else I know already is or will become 21 really soon...but I wonder when it is that I'm going to become comfortable with the fact that I'm a year younger than everyone in my peer group because I was a child genius. Probably when they're all depressed about turning 30 and I'm still 29...haha. But I will admit...saying I'm 20 feels a whole lot better than saying I'm 19.
But, yeah, I had a wonderful birthday and the celebrating continues with a birthday lunch with my dad tomorrow...I like to milk my birthday for at least one more day if not 2. Ok, well, it's not my birthday anymore, so I think I should stop writing an entry about it.
I leave for Rome in 12 days. Insanity. Eeek.
-M
It's sort of weird how many people tell you how much they love you when it's your birthday. With my very close friends, I tend to be very vocal about how much I love them and what I love about them...because it just seems ridiculous to wait for holidays to let people know how you feel....I'm too afraid of dying to do that, and as a result, generally my close friends are equally vocal with me all year round. Which is really amazing, but on my birthday...it seems like even my best friends top themselves in saying the most endearing, unbelievably thoughtful things ever. I couldn't get through Rachel's card the first time because I was crying so hard. And now with facebook and myspace advancements the most random people come out of the woodwork to say nice things. It makes me so happy, it's like, so moving to me that for even one second, someone I don't really talk to consistently was thinking of me and wanted to wish me a happy birthday. I don't know, I've just felt really happy with how many people contacted me by phone or text or myspace or facebook or email. So nice.
And I had an absolutely lovely day with my two favorite people, Rachel and Rebecca. This morning I had breakfast with my mom and her fiancee which was nice...I always feel so close to my mom on my birthday...there's something so intense about looking at the person who gave birth to you on the anniversary of your birth. My mom's fiancee gave me a card that made me cry. Then Rachel and Rebecca came to my house and brought me orange roses (my favorite) and we went to Descanso Gardens which was really fun. Nothing was really blooming but it was a gorgeous day and it was still really green and pretty. Then we went to Old Town Pasadena and shopped and it was very unsuccessful in the way of clothing but very successful in the way of fun. We had dinner which was nice, and our waiter served us alcohol fully knowing that we weren't 21. Rebecca cornered him on the way to the bathroom and asked him if he would serve us champagne even though we weren't 21 and he totally did it, we just had to show him our ids so that he couldn't get accused of not checking. So, it was nice to have alittle bubbly to celebrate with my favorite girls. Then I came home and cried hysterically while reading Rachel's card. It was just all in all a really reeeeally wonderful day. It seemed like a sort of sad last hoorah though because Rachel leaves for Florence on Jan.9 and our fabulous trio will be broken up...and then I leave Jan. 16 for Rome, and it's just a really long time to be away from Rebecca, and to be away from Rachel who I usually live with...so even 2 different Italian cities are going to seem like worlds apart.
I will say...I wish it was my 21st birthday, because...everyone else I know already is or will become 21 really soon...but I wonder when it is that I'm going to become comfortable with the fact that I'm a year younger than everyone in my peer group because I was a child genius. Probably when they're all depressed about turning 30 and I'm still 29...haha. But I will admit...saying I'm 20 feels a whole lot better than saying I'm 19.
But, yeah, I had a wonderful birthday and the celebrating continues with a birthday lunch with my dad tomorrow...I like to milk my birthday for at least one more day if not 2. Ok, well, it's not my birthday anymore, so I think I should stop writing an entry about it.
I leave for Rome in 12 days. Insanity. Eeek.
-M