You know what the best thing about being 22 is? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Unless you count being 8 years away from 30 something.
Anyway, yeah. I celebrated my birthday on Saturday, and I would have blogged earlier in the week if I didn’t put it off like I was putting off all other projects of mine. My friends threw me a surprise party, complete with ghetto decorating and trick candles. We were playing video games, and cards, and it was just low-key, and I didn’t mind it. I mean, I grew up on small parties where we had a cake and like 5 people. I had fun. My mom got me a nice pair of earrings. It’s very unusual. I’d show a picture if I can find it…
*10 years later…*
I found the link to where it is. Sterling Double Elongated Ribbon Swirl Earrings I love weird-looking things, so my mom found the perfect gift. I’ve worn it pretty much every day since I got them.
Besides all birthday stuff, nothing much has happened. I’m still crushing hard, but what’s strange about this one is that I’m able to contain all squees and talk to him like a civilized person. I found out more about him, and that’s cool, so there is some kind of progress. And it seems like he likes talking to me at least, so that’s another good sign (although he’s just really friendly all around). Here’s the kicker folks; he’s a Leo. As you may or may not know, I haven’t had much luck with that zodiac sign, but he’s worlds better. Hm…okay, I’m still laying back here. There’s definitely a potential friendship there, and I kind of need to build up that resume of male friends, so that I can start trusting the rest of the population more. So…it’s all gravy, no beef.
I have a volunteer job in the works with The All Stars Project. I’m going to the seminar tomorrow, to see if I really like it (and seeing as it’s in the performing arts department–and in the Theatre District…I probably will) and I will start next Saturday. Performing arts is a very large passion that has been deferred for a few years because of the mental state was in, but when one of the group leaders at the program did some research on volunteer jobs for her group, she ran into two especially for me, but one was in Brooklyn, and I really don’t want to be in that borough on a Saturday, so ASP was the best thing. It will give me something to do on a Saturday, when I take 5-hour naps. And I will be doing something I have a passion for, and that is not too shabby, don’t you think?
That little cocksucking hussy Mother Nature is messing with us. Last Thursday, it was damn near 70 degrees. The next freaking day, it snows. A lot. There was ice pelting the shit out my face. Now it’s warm again. That’s what I hate about the beginning of spring. It can go every which way. It can be 30 degrees one day, and pushing 70 another. The trees are going to be confused again. I can’t wait till May.
Angel has made yet another board. She pretty much lost her passion for Unwell, so she created, as her last hurrah at owning a new board, Alias. I would be 100% in love with you if you helped Miss Angel out and join. Remember folks, it’s the members who make the board. Without members, all you have is a wasted mysql database. So join. Alias
Speaking of message boards, I’m still looking for some theme makers for P739. I told Angel a few nights ago that I was apprehensive about making themes because every time I made a theme for my boards, the board ends up becoming unsuccessful, not only because of the lack of member participation, but also because people join a board if they like the themes (which is why people ask to keep the board really open to visitors), and…that kind of worked against us. I made two last night, but I am not too hot about them, but seeing as I’m pretty much done with the hacking (I think I might need to do one or two more), I need to get rid of the default ones. Also, I need a very dedicated person to help out. Duties will include theme adding, and pretty much all things (except hacking) XMB. That means that you should have proficient XMB skills. That, and you should have a sense of color-coordinating.
With that, I leave you with my favorite line from a male friend who is slowly making himself scarce, but then again, he’s moving on to great things (he can hook me up when my computer’s acting like a bitch).
“If I wanted shit from you, I’d squeeze your head.”