Update? What means update?
Okay, I admit it. I suck at keeping up with posting on this thing.
I've just accepted the fact. You should also.
But, with insomnia comes that lovely combination of boredom and introspective contemplation. The perfect recipe for an LJ post, no?
One week ago was my twentieth birthday. I love birthdays in general. Celebrations are grand. Phone calls, cards in the mail, special dinners, gifts and surprises of all kinds. But, to me, that's all a birthday is, a fun celebration. I've never felt that milestone import, that sense of magnitude. I don't feel older. I've felt a mental age of oh say, 30, since I was about twelve I think. But somehow, the absence of that factor doesn't bother me. A birthday is about fun. Who needs a milestone?
Pictures from a celebratory night out a few days after my birthday:
I've just accepted the fact. You should also.
But, with insomnia comes that lovely combination of boredom and introspective contemplation. The perfect recipe for an LJ post, no?
One week ago was my twentieth birthday. I love birthdays in general. Celebrations are grand. Phone calls, cards in the mail, special dinners, gifts and surprises of all kinds. But, to me, that's all a birthday is, a fun celebration. I've never felt that milestone import, that sense of magnitude. I don't feel older. I've felt a mental age of oh say, 30, since I was about twelve I think. But somehow, the absence of that factor doesn't bother me. A birthday is about fun. Who needs a milestone?
Pictures from a celebratory night out a few days after my birthday: