THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH OF MY PREMATURE LIFE
(as interpreted by Sigur Ros in Avalon)

Well, tomorrow is my birthing day. When the dial on the clock reaches 44 in the hour of 8 in the morning, upon this I will have cross over into the not-so-wide world of legality.

So, what's interesting?

Nothing. Here's the irony of it: I can now legally buy cigarettes--I don't smoke. I can now watch pornography or call up an 800 number of such--I have no desire to do so. So, the only things about it that REALLY benefit me are that now I don't have to put my age on job applications, and...that sounds about it to me. Oh, and I can work in a movie store, woot.

Isn't it funny when your family pleads for you to make a Christmas list, because you're so particular and they never know what to get you, so you finally make one, and they never get you what you put on there? That sucks. Maybe I need to make a list of what I "Don't" want, and they'll get all of it for me. I'm pretty sure my Mum has skeemed everyone to get me what she thinks I need. That sucks.

So top it all off, I am unbelieveably picky when it comes to clothing. For some reason, I refuse to wear anything that I didn't personally pick out. OK, my family has known this for years now, so, as my brother and I were going over to our grandmothers apartment, I was openly musing to him about what we might get. I made a joke that "Hey, maybe she'll get us some T-Shirt!" But then tossed the idea, telling him I knew they couldn't possibly be THAT stupid.

I was wrong.

I mean, I AT LEAST thought she'd get me a DVD I'd wanted, or SOMETHING, but here's what I actually got: Half used body spray, which was actually mine because I'd left it over there for when I spent the night with her, half a wrap of hairbands that I thought I'd sold in a yardsale this summer (and, by the way, my hair's too short for them now, anyhow), and, tadaa, a shirt. I mean, it's my 18th year being associated with these people, and they still, STILL, get me this kind of shit?

Well, I was polite, and thanked her with a smile. Yeah, you know what she got my brother? Two old toys he didn't want that she'd offered him weeks ago, and a T-Shirt.

Thanks Grams, you're the best.