So, happy birthday to me!
I also ate too much cake, and now I've been sick all day (I have a dairy intolerance that has morphed to the one dairy thing I thought I could eat a month ago when I premade my birthday cake: egg whites) Other than sleeping and feeling horribly about it and not being able to eat anything, it's given me plenty of time to write a whole bunch of nonsense that is slowly morphing into a very promising novel. Yay!
Even better, I'm so dehydrated and delusional that I don't even care if it does suck, because when I read it it sounds amazing.
Yesterday was also a nice day, I got a lovely tea pot, so now I can have a real tea party. My china collecting is now not in vain, and it makes me happy.
I also found my broad nib fountain pen doesn't work. I didn't have a razor blade the stick between them, but since my fingernails suck so much, they're thin enough to fit, but by that point I was cleaning out the pen again and my fingers were covered in ink and I was sick of it. Yea. Fun stuff.
And since I'm rambling, I've become obsessed for the umpteenth time with lacy things, and I really wish I had a pen pal again. My other three seem to have dropped off the earth; something that happens way too often with me. It's been months, and I've already written to them more than once, hoping it would inspire them. But it's not, and as they're international, it seems a bit pointless. I could write two letters for every international one; I need a friend in the states. Better yet, I need someone who's actually going to continue to write me.
I'm also really bothered that most of my family thinks I should be doing something since I'm 21. Apparently most of my family are drunks and thus expect me to get plastered for my birthday. It's strange. They're shocked when I say I'm not doing anything, like really. I'm not going out with my friends, I'm not going to have any sort of alcoholic beverage, and I'm not really celebrating because I already had a little party with my family yesterday. That's good enough for me. Why does it shock them so much? Then again, maybe it's because they're not my immediate family and just don't care to know me enough. Humph.
4 comments:
Happy birthday! There is all kinds of letter writing in the typosphere these days, I am sure you could find a pen pal,
I understand the birthday thing. I turned 30 last year and actually had a couple of friends and family members who were appalled --almost mad at me-- that I didn't want some big hoopla.
21. Wow.
Embrace that feeling of delusion! The best writing comes when we strip away the Ego, right?
Plus, inky fingers are the best part of using a fountain pen, IMO.
Interesting how we all latch onto different aspects of your post. I like how you know your own mind and tastes with respect to the alcohol question. For some people its just "meh" and you may be one of those which may save you a lot of trouble.
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