Listening to Beach Boys - Surfin' USA
It is my 24th Birthday and I feel as if it is just another day. The orientation of the past couple of days are deteriorating mainly because I sleep at the oddest hours. My eyes close when the sky has a clear, solid light blue-ness. Sometimes I wake up when the sun is waving goodbye to day and welcoming evening. At 9:31pm tonight, I celebrate my twenty-fourth year of existence. Wow! Twenty-four years young. It is all crazy because I'm living my life with a relaxing state-of-mind. Every other morning I would remember to stand up and stretch and tell myself, you got to move your blood and your bones. Otherwise, my body will continue to ache the way it has been. Aches and pains at the age of twenty-four. Maybe its the extra effort in sports that my body really couldn't handle. The position of my sleeping body is fine, could it be the bed? (Shrugs)
I'm content with my life (at the moment). With the New York trip coming up, I'm a bit hesitant. I'm not sure what NYC is going to give or bring me. To tell you the truth, I'm frightened. I'm scared of unknown places, yet I long to travel and explore what's out there. Why must I be a self-hypocrite, assuming this is the correct statement that I give myself? I'll just have to take the trip one step at a time.
Sorry, digression...my birthday started out great. Aivy decided to check out my body to keep it up with the dermatologist standard. In other words, she decided to clean my disgusting body (in a non-sexual way). Awww, she cares. She's a keeper. Oh! And her homies from Hayward, I'm speaking of the cats at the home with Rhapsody, white tape to cover up the a/v wire, three computers right next to each other (as if anticipating a LAN party...wow), and finally, the ability to barbeque up to...maybe 25 pounds of meat on the mini-webber. Meat is Goooooooood. It was a fun 4th of July, no need for Fireworks. Dude, don't deny the facts that the fireworks on the Fourth of July represent the pre-ceremonial celebration of my BIRTHDAY. You didn't, well, now you know.
As for my past birthdays, I believe this is the one that changes me forever. This is the birthday where I say goodbye to my San Jose life. Adios, goodbye, adieu. My twenty-first birthday was fun because it was the first time I let alcohol (besides medicine) pass my lips. The whole day I just rested up and tried to get people to go to TGI-Friday's. I should be happy with the friends that came, but that still doesn't take away the fact some didn't even try to come. Anyway, I ate all my food, took four to five drinks to the head, and went back to my house, not knowing that I would see these drinks, food, and some other disgusting liquids later on. Also, that's when I knew that restaurant birthdays suck big ARSE-holes. Unless I'm lucky to go to Todai's, which might be out of the question this year because it opens at 530pm, and I invited guests to come over at 5pm. Errr. Back to the whole restaurant business. Is it not enough to spend my birthday AND $10 on dinner with me, OR just spend time my birthday with me AND just share a appetizer with someone? Nope. Excuses, excuses!!! That's how it was three years ago, such a heart-breaker for me. But, whoever was there three years ago, at TGIF's off Wolfe, Thank you for joining me. A year later, I figured that people would come celebrate with me if there was food already, like a barbeque. And guess what? People came and ate the food I gave them. I think the only person that actually brought something and a gift was acid raina, thanks girl far from being a bah-bah-bah-breeeeezie. I choose to keep selective memories mainly because it hurts to let hurtful things go away. The only solution to rid these burdens is revenge. ha! My twenty-third birthday went quite well, people actually brought food, drinks, and I had the best buzz of my life. Slipping into the recycle corner in my house. YES!!! I slipped. You really think I would jump into it. I am not stupish, I am stupes. I don't know why people have birthdays after they turn eighteen. Every time a birthday comes up, sadness overpowers happiness. People always complain that they're getting older, they figure that if they hadn't done anything with their life, then they begin to die into a sea of depression. I feel different. I'm done with school, I've dedicated my heart to someone outside my family (meaning Aivy), I'm trying to get into the real world. F#$%!!! I've been in the real world my whole life. This is the routine in life. I think and wonder if I want my child to be a robot of America. I don't know. Birthdays could really make you think about the abnormalities of life.
...in sarcasm, happy 24th birthday gumbi, I'm pretty sure no one is going to read this until after my birthday, but let's see if anyone has the ability to cheer up my hidden temporary sadness (no cheating Aivy)...