So, I'm 21 now.
Sep. 20th, 2009 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmic_celeryLast night I opened up a left-over fortune cookie and it had two fortunes in it! One said "A bold and dashing adventure is in your future" and the other one said "you will have good luck in your personal affairs." So, that's neat. Usually you don't even get fortunes at all, just compliments to your character like "well, aren't you nice." And I wouldn't really mind if either of those came true.
Yesterday my dad came down. We went to visit grandma, and went out for dinner. We had a good time, had some good conversation, and the people at the restaurant sang me happy birthday.
My grandma gave me some money as well as a beautiful crystal perfume bottle that had belonged to her grandmother- so it's sort of a family heirloom at this point. Both she and my dad had played with the prism-like stopper of the thing when they were kids. I'm honored to have received it, but I think I'm still touched more by the dictionary she gave me earlier in the year because I can actually use that. Also, my Dad and his wife got me a pretty TARDIS blue sapphire on a necklace, a little TARDIS pin, and a collection of old "The Fly" movies. Something to feed my love for Vincent Price!
...And they also gifted me this odd figure thing that looks like a Japanese toy version of a gangster. I don't really get it. My mom also gave me a figurine that I have absolutely no interest in: a cartoonish goth girl standing on a podium that reads "Do I look like a freakin' people person?" Yeach. I have no idea why she'd think I would like that. Mom also got me some perfume which I think we're going to take back, and she and my brother bought me a Kindle, which is definitely not going back. I haven't had much chance to play around with it yet, but it is pretty awesome. First thing I did was download Swann's Way, so maybe I'll finally start working my way though a bit of Proust.
Above all, I think I've most enjoyed everyone on here and elsewhere on the internet who's wished me a happy birthday. It's made me feel liked, and I thank all of you for the good wishes.
Today, I didn't really do anything. Slept in, and then tonight me and mom had a couple terrible margaritas while we watched an episode of Blakes 7.
Back when I talked briefly about my personality type, I listed Avon as someone who shares my type. Now that I've actually been watching the episodes, I'm really beginning to see similarities in the way we think. This thought of Avon's especially struck me because it's something that I've also wondered about:
"I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care. Or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it at all."
It all has me thinking that people must view me so incredibly differently from how I view myself. In public I come off as aloof and distant, and partly that's because I am aloof and distant unless I really like a person, and it's rare that I find people whom I actually like. I'm not rude to people, I just don't interact with them if I have no interest in doing so. ...and this has resulted in my mother buying me a figurine that says "Do I look like a freakin' people person?" across the bottom. I know that I'm over-analyzing it, but it almost feels like an insult.
Yesterday my dad came down. We went to visit grandma, and went out for dinner. We had a good time, had some good conversation, and the people at the restaurant sang me happy birthday.
My grandma gave me some money as well as a beautiful crystal perfume bottle that had belonged to her grandmother- so it's sort of a family heirloom at this point. Both she and my dad had played with the prism-like stopper of the thing when they were kids. I'm honored to have received it, but I think I'm still touched more by the dictionary she gave me earlier in the year because I can actually use that. Also, my Dad and his wife got me a pretty TARDIS blue sapphire on a necklace, a little TARDIS pin, and a collection of old "The Fly" movies. Something to feed my love for Vincent Price!
...And they also gifted me this odd figure thing that looks like a Japanese toy version of a gangster. I don't really get it. My mom also gave me a figurine that I have absolutely no interest in: a cartoonish goth girl standing on a podium that reads "Do I look like a freakin' people person?" Yeach. I have no idea why she'd think I would like that. Mom also got me some perfume which I think we're going to take back, and she and my brother bought me a Kindle, which is definitely not going back. I haven't had much chance to play around with it yet, but it is pretty awesome. First thing I did was download Swann's Way, so maybe I'll finally start working my way though a bit of Proust.
Above all, I think I've most enjoyed everyone on here and elsewhere on the internet who's wished me a happy birthday. It's made me feel liked, and I thank all of you for the good wishes.
Today, I didn't really do anything. Slept in, and then tonight me and mom had a couple terrible margaritas while we watched an episode of Blakes 7.
Back when I talked briefly about my personality type, I listed Avon as someone who shares my type. Now that I've actually been watching the episodes, I'm really beginning to see similarities in the way we think. This thought of Avon's especially struck me because it's something that I've also wondered about:
"I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care. Or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it at all."
It all has me thinking that people must view me so incredibly differently from how I view myself. In public I come off as aloof and distant, and partly that's because I am aloof and distant unless I really like a person, and it's rare that I find people whom I actually like. I'm not rude to people, I just don't interact with them if I have no interest in doing so. ...and this has resulted in my mother buying me a figurine that says "Do I look like a freakin' people person?" across the bottom. I know that I'm over-analyzing it, but it almost feels like an insult.
