Ah, the glories of a birthday weekend. They are seemingly endless. It is also the explanation as to why I am very tired this Sunday evening and the only activity I can think to do is lay on my couch and watch Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Now before you criticize and judge my movie choice, WATCH IT! It is a beautifully magical movie, and while yes it is a kids movie, it has an outstanding cast, soundtrack, and life lessons. So there.
Anyway, let me break down the whole b-day weekend:
Started on Friday with a pretty exciting concert with Melanie, Kelley, and Cody at Antone's. The band, one I had never heard before, was Local Natives and was really good. Plus, we got the most amazing parking spot, legitimately a block away from Antone's, which, on a Friday night, was miraculous. But yes, super fun night.
On Saturday, I had a particular delightful time going to lunch with my mom, sister, and our friend KD at one of the most delicious restaurants, Bountiful Bakery. Well, I am a little biased as I have yet to have a less than amazing meal there. Truly, even their cheeseburgers were borderline perfect. And don't even get me started on the birthday cupcake I got. Can you say YUM!? Yes, that was quite fun. From there, Kelley, KD, Melanie, and I went to the Austin Pets Alive SoCo event where Mel found the kitty she wants and now will most likely get! An adorable 6 month old tuxedo cat named Arnie, a name that Mel somehow loves. Likkity's came next, despite the treats at lunch, and I had the greatest cup of custard I have ever had. From there, we went to the Bluegrass Festival at Cowboy Church. Yep. After eating some catfish and drinking lemonade with some dirt in it, we went home, where I awaited the next event of birthday fun.
My friends Carson and Veronica were taking me out to dinner for my birthday. We ended up at an old favorite, Mags, because we were all craving some Mag Mud (best queso ever). From there we went to Mozart's because I needed some good coffee. After a bit, Carson suggested we go back to her house, because my present was there and she wanted to give me a CD I had wanted. All seemingly harmless events, right? Well, we went to her house, only to walk into the living room and have balloons showered on us. After I screamed, I kind of caught on that I had found myself at a surprise party--for me.
I have never had a surprise party before, mostly because it never occurred me to hint at or even expect one. So I always plan birthday stuff for myself. This year, though, with school and family stuff, I kind of let my birthday plans slide to the wayside. I attempted to plan a friends dinner birthday type deal, but decided to just reschedule until after school was over. Apparently Carson had other ideas in mind. It was actually a lot of fun, a chill and small event, but nice.
Then, I got to sleep in this morning, which was especially needed as said surprise party went until very late, and I still consider a small birthday celebration in itself. Of course, the celebrating ending quickly when my dad came home and we started to do a lot of chores and house stuff, but that was okay, as it needed to get done. From there, the rest of the day was mostly lazing about and hanging around, which is always a good time. Then I came back to my empty apartment (roommate gone until tomorrow), fixed myself some dinner and headed to the couch. All in all, a very good weekend, with a few key players and a lot of fun times. Now I will finished watching a great movie, read the rest of my book, and go to bed early. Simply magnificent if I do say so myself. So despite troubling weeks coming ahead, filled hard work, strength testers, and most likely, breakdowns, I am a very lucky twenty year old. Goodnight, readers.
P.S. There is a lot of cliche advice that actually fits. Like, it's gonna be okay, don't worry, it'll all work out.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Can I reschedule my birthday?
Seriously, though can I? I posed this question to my good friend Emma today because I really need to reschedule it. I was sitting outside of Einstein's making up a calendar of the work and assignments I have going on for the next few weeks or so before finals, when it hit me. My birthday really could not come at a worse time. It is smack in the middle of speech, a research paper and a test. My birthday weekend, if it was any other weekend, should be jam-packed with studying and work but instead, I'm planning lunches and concerts to go to. It's actually starting to upset me that I have to have a weekend off instead of getting work down. So now, readers, I ask you, is it possible to reschedule a birthday?
Anyway, personal crisis (not really, but come on) aside, my week started a bit depressed with my two wonderful, beautiful amazing sisters going back to their respective places. It was Saturday night, I was laying in bed and I realized I would probably not see them until the fall and that made me incredibly sad. It sucks to have an intercontinental family (pun intended for Melanie!) But after such a fun and crazy weekend, I guess I can't complain because I am very blessed to be related to the coolest chicks on the planet.
Okay, enough bragging. So I've been getting into blogs. Several of my friends have started blogs to get their writing chops for their journalism majors and let me tell you, they're really fun. I myself have been thinking about started a non-family, non-my personal life blog. You might have noticed that the blog entries on this one have started getting exponentially longer and you have all the blogs I've been reading to thank (or blame) for that. I mentioned to my sisters this weekend that I could never be a writer because I wouldn't be satisfied unless I wrote The Great American Novel and that's true. But a blog is so different. I realize that probably no one would read it and I'd never get any notice, but there is a definite joy in writing for me and I feel such less pressure when it comes to the internet. No one is that good of a writer when it comes to an online thing (within reason) so I wouldn't have to worry so much about being the perfect writer. But a lot of this is just speculation and envy at my other friends writing such hip and chic blog entries about single living and campus pieces, so don't assume anything about my future writing capabilities.
Hmm, this blog has gotten sort of wonky. Again, blame the blog-verse. I'm all about being a blogger now, but give it five minutes and I'll want to be something else. Oh right, I had a theme for this entry before...Here it is.
I'm weird.
Haha, no seriously. I was chatting with one of my sisters (can you see the pattern?) and I said something kind of random that made me think. I mentioned that I am mature and responsible about a lot of stuff, like I can carry on conversations with my friends parents and my parents friends almost better than I can with people my own age. I prefer a relaxed weekend with ones I love than doing wild and crazy nonsense. I find it easier to connect with people so much older than me than someone who is younger.
At the same time, I am so immature. I forget things usually instantly. I am disorganized and so irresponsible about the most random things, like if it's not written on a sticky or a post it, it just does not get down. Granted, that's not a deal breaker, but it is an example. It's almost like I am the weirdest of both worlds.
I blame books. I am so used to getting caught up in all these different worlds and times that I find it hard to stay in the one I'm actually in. I know it's probably Lit Freak Syndrome or something, but I am more eager to read about the crazy lives of people than to actually live one. I'm more at home sitting in the corner of a coffee shop imagining myself sitting in the parlor room in Newland Archer's house or helping Diego Rivera mix plaster. It's the only way I've ever known how to read books and the reason I love them so dang much.
Okay, if you skipped over all that absolute nonsense, I do not blame you. I guess that cup of coffee with lunch was a big mistake, as I sound totally nutty right about now, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. That's the problem with college, it gives you all this time to figure yourself out and think about the Big Things. Before I completely dissuade my few followers from ever checking this blog again, I should get back to my work. Love to all and hugs for even more!
P.S. Even when I am my most ridiculous, I know you still love me and I keep on keeping on. Thanks.
Anyway, personal crisis (not really, but come on) aside, my week started a bit depressed with my two wonderful, beautiful amazing sisters going back to their respective places. It was Saturday night, I was laying in bed and I realized I would probably not see them until the fall and that made me incredibly sad. It sucks to have an intercontinental family (pun intended for Melanie!) But after such a fun and crazy weekend, I guess I can't complain because I am very blessed to be related to the coolest chicks on the planet.
Okay, enough bragging. So I've been getting into blogs. Several of my friends have started blogs to get their writing chops for their journalism majors and let me tell you, they're really fun. I myself have been thinking about started a non-family, non-my personal life blog. You might have noticed that the blog entries on this one have started getting exponentially longer and you have all the blogs I've been reading to thank (or blame) for that. I mentioned to my sisters this weekend that I could never be a writer because I wouldn't be satisfied unless I wrote The Great American Novel and that's true. But a blog is so different. I realize that probably no one would read it and I'd never get any notice, but there is a definite joy in writing for me and I feel such less pressure when it comes to the internet. No one is that good of a writer when it comes to an online thing (within reason) so I wouldn't have to worry so much about being the perfect writer. But a lot of this is just speculation and envy at my other friends writing such hip and chic blog entries about single living and campus pieces, so don't assume anything about my future writing capabilities.
Hmm, this blog has gotten sort of wonky. Again, blame the blog-verse. I'm all about being a blogger now, but give it five minutes and I'll want to be something else. Oh right, I had a theme for this entry before...Here it is.
I'm weird.
Haha, no seriously. I was chatting with one of my sisters (can you see the pattern?) and I said something kind of random that made me think. I mentioned that I am mature and responsible about a lot of stuff, like I can carry on conversations with my friends parents and my parents friends almost better than I can with people my own age. I prefer a relaxed weekend with ones I love than doing wild and crazy nonsense. I find it easier to connect with people so much older than me than someone who is younger.
At the same time, I am so immature. I forget things usually instantly. I am disorganized and so irresponsible about the most random things, like if it's not written on a sticky or a post it, it just does not get down. Granted, that's not a deal breaker, but it is an example. It's almost like I am the weirdest of both worlds.
I blame books. I am so used to getting caught up in all these different worlds and times that I find it hard to stay in the one I'm actually in. I know it's probably Lit Freak Syndrome or something, but I am more eager to read about the crazy lives of people than to actually live one. I'm more at home sitting in the corner of a coffee shop imagining myself sitting in the parlor room in Newland Archer's house or helping Diego Rivera mix plaster. It's the only way I've ever known how to read books and the reason I love them so dang much.
Okay, if you skipped over all that absolute nonsense, I do not blame you. I guess that cup of coffee with lunch was a big mistake, as I sound totally nutty right about now, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. That's the problem with college, it gives you all this time to figure yourself out and think about the Big Things. Before I completely dissuade my few followers from ever checking this blog again, I should get back to my work. Love to all and hugs for even more!
P.S. Even when I am my most ridiculous, I know you still love me and I keep on keeping on. Thanks.
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