Didn't want it to happen and refused to acknowledge it. I just know it made my grumpy.
Yup yup yup. Like Steph, I am a total birthday whore. I love my birthday. Last year, I had to be FORCED to celebrate it. Totally out of character for me.
Wash: Captain, didn't you know kissin' girls makes you sleepy? Mal: Well sometimes I just can't help myself.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Jun 05, 2006 7:58:59 am PDT #751 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
askye - Jun 05, 2006 8:14:38 am PDT #752 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
My birthdays are usually low key affairs. Just dinner out and maybe a movie or something, being the loner I am.
My thirties are way better than my twenties for a variety of reasons. I was glad to turn 30 because after that no one can say "are 29 again?" or some such variation of that.
I'll be 33 in 11 days. !!!!! I'm a little freaked out about this but I'm not sure why.
Amy - Jun 05, 2006 8:19:37 am PDT #753 of 10002
Because books.
Turning 30 was kind of a blur -- we were out in Wyoming and faced with moving back east unexpectedly, and Ben was only two months old. I think I mostly packed that day.
Next year is 40, and I'm excited about it. I feel like my forties are going to be a lot better than my thirties.
Like Steph, I am a total birthday whore.
I am, too, although they rarely live up to my unreasonable expectations of National Holiday! and I got a pony! and Presents and Cake and Happiness All! Day! Long!
Topic!Cindy - Jun 05, 2006 8:22:58 am PDT #754 of 10002
What is even happening?
One thing about this board, is that I SUCK at guessing people's ages from their posts.
In my head, everyone here is 28 until I find out otherwise.
erikaj - Jun 05, 2006 8:23:14 am PDT #755 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
My father usually ruins mine talking about his death. I shit you not. Because he was...21? when I was born and every year I get older reminds how far he is from that, and apparently? Not much else. That's fricking festive!
erikaj - Jun 05, 2006 8:23:19 am PDT #756 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
shrift - Jun 05, 2006 8:28:46 am PDT #757 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I still have a few more years until I'm 30. Which is good, considering I think I was around 21 when I started posting.
Nilly - Jun 05, 2006 8:30:35 am PDT #758 of 10002
Swouncing
In my head, everyone here is 28 until I find out otherwise.
Why 28, of all ages?
I don't really care about my birthday (even though we get two dates for celebrating it, the Hebrew and the general one, and some people celebrate for the whole period between the two, even if it is a month, and sometimes it is). I guess it's tied up to how I don't really realize the whole age thing.
For me, the - in the lack of a better word - place in life, where the person is, has more meaning than how many orbits the earth has made around the sun since the first cry that person made. It may be what Jessica described upthread, in a way.
Friends' birthdays, for me, are simply a good excuse to tell them how much I love them and want all the best for them, without being considered too mushy.
[Edit: shrift! I'm a horrid skipper, but - are you all moved and settled and comfortable in your new place?]
Lee - Jun 05, 2006 8:34:31 am PDT #759 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Like Steph, I am a total birthday whore.
I am, too, although they rarely live up to my unreasonable expectations of National Holiday! and I got a pony! and Presents and Cake and Happiness All! Day! Long!
Me three. Last year, when I turned forty, came very close, since I got to celebrate with some friends in Vegas, and then with other friends in LA. This year will just be just Vegas, but I expect there will be partying, since Juliana will probably be there.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 05, 2006 8:40:19 am PDT #760 of 10002
What is even happening?
Why 28, of all ages?I don't know, Nilly. I guess maybe it seems old enough to explain the maturity that's evident in the community, and young enough to explain the sense of fun.
I don't really care about my birthday (even though we get two dates for celebrating it, the Hebrew and the general one, and some people celebrate for the whole period between the two, even if it is a month, and sometimes it is). I guess it's tied up to how I don't really realize the whole age thing.I don't care about my birthday, at all. I'm not a birthday hater, although since my father's death, I do sort of hold my breath and wait for it to pass. His birthday (his and his deceased twin's) was the day before my own. Their father died on that day (a few years after dad's twin died, although not on that day). It's sort of lonely for me, now.
For me, the - in the lack of a better word - place in life, where the person is, has more meaning than how many orbits the earth has made around the sun since the first cry that person made. It may be what Jessica described upthread, in a way.Me, too.
Is Shavu'ot over now, Nilly? Did you have a good holiday?