Woke up about 8:30, watched the Today Show in bed with a bowl of cereal (as per usual), took a nice hot shower, lounged around the house in my bathrobe watching Will and Grace and eating leftover Pad Thai (this was particularly wonderful), participate in a 45 minute rehearsal for the concert CME has tonight, have a sushi roll while talking to Yampolsky, drink down a Dr. Pepper (which made my stomach hurt a little but I don't care because it's my BIRTHDAY), and work a little bit at the music library.
I don't understand it... birthdays used to be about bringing cupcakes to school for the class and wearing a tiara all day because you could. I'm 24... do I have to be an adult just yet??
I remember when I was 5, I brought Oscar the Grouch cupcakes to class, and the kids just went nuts for them. When I turned 16, my friend Lindsay presented me with a bag that contained a fake Emmy (because she knew I was a stahhhh), a copy of Candide (because she knew I'd get it) and a purple, fuzzy tiara, which I still have to this day, because it was given to me for the sole reason that I was a girl turning 16.
This was 8 years ago. Only 8! It's MIND BOGGLING how much one can change in 8 years.
And how little, I suppose. I'm a graduate student, infinitely more secure with several parts of myself than I was at 16, and still, all I want to do tonight is wear my damn tiara. Not because I consider myself some bizarre form of a princess (because ew), but because that tiara was one huge realization of how special people should feel on their birthday.
I've gotten plenty of nice wishes, today, however - tons of birthday postings on facebook (which is really a test to see how popular you are in the cyberworld... which is usually a ton more popular than in reality), a birthday call or two, and that special "Happy Birthday" smile that Tom whips out once a year. That guy does treat me right, I tell you what.
Forget about birthdays not being exciting. I'd really like to do something special and out of the ordinary tonight. And if this involves me getting beligerantly drunk, then so be it.
Because I'm 24. And I want Oscar the Grouch cupcakes.
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