Happy Birthday
May. 15th, 2004 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaHappy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me . . . Otanjoubi omedetou, otanjoubi omedetou . . . etc, etc . . .
My grandparents actually sent me a birthday card with "Happy Birthday" in Japanese on it; they thought I would like it. I did. I could read it (-:
I think in YHO we were playing Slow Hot Wind or perhaps Annie when I turned 17, actually, at 10:20 this morning. Or perhaps it was 10:40 when I was born? I forget . . . kind of . . . perhaps we were playing The Cascades. I hope not; I don't like that song so much.
I am wearing pink pants today. I like them. I had teriyaki noodles for lunch. I made them, and they were a little al dente, but I liked them.
I also got a purple feather boa. I tried to dance to "Take Back Your Mink" from Guys and Dolls and only ended up spewing purple feathers everywhere. Oh well; it was fun.
This was about the most random entry ever.
I have a random song I remember from Japan stuck in my head. I believe it was called "Happy Birthday" . . . and it had a very weird music video involving dancing babies and the silhouettes of animals having sex. Very odd.
Having had very limited social interaction today, I don't feel like I've gained in age. I feel like the world's gone on around me, or something. Or the world stopped. All I have to look forward to this weekend is babysitting tonight, YHO concert tomorrow, and then the movie project (MORE work) on Monday. Perhaps maybe I'll have time to write my story in there somewhere. Oh, I also need to finish that report on comparing revolutions, too. It's terribly boring. I hate citing; it makes the whole thing a burden. Revolutions are interesting, but not when they're names and dates and skirmishes on the battlefield. I like the plain straight-up cause and whether it was achieved and how. The intent.
Good intentions pave the road to Hell. In so many ways, I'm bound for there already. Then again, maybe I'm not at all. Maybe none of us are. That's a cool thought. What if there is no Hell? How about reincarnation? What if there's NOTHING?
I don't like that thought.
Hmm . . . I've thought of this stuff over and over again, and yet it's so nice to go over it again, in this new blank journal, so empty and ready to be filled. Though I reckon I'll repeat myself in it over and over again, as I always do.
My grandparents actually sent me a birthday card with "Happy Birthday" in Japanese on it; they thought I would like it. I did. I could read it (-:
I think in YHO we were playing Slow Hot Wind or perhaps Annie when I turned 17, actually, at 10:20 this morning. Or perhaps it was 10:40 when I was born? I forget . . . kind of . . . perhaps we were playing The Cascades. I hope not; I don't like that song so much.
I am wearing pink pants today. I like them. I had teriyaki noodles for lunch. I made them, and they were a little al dente, but I liked them.
I also got a purple feather boa. I tried to dance to "Take Back Your Mink" from Guys and Dolls and only ended up spewing purple feathers everywhere. Oh well; it was fun.
This was about the most random entry ever.
I have a random song I remember from Japan stuck in my head. I believe it was called "Happy Birthday" . . . and it had a very weird music video involving dancing babies and the silhouettes of animals having sex. Very odd.
Having had very limited social interaction today, I don't feel like I've gained in age. I feel like the world's gone on around me, or something. Or the world stopped. All I have to look forward to this weekend is babysitting tonight, YHO concert tomorrow, and then the movie project (MORE work) on Monday. Perhaps maybe I'll have time to write my story in there somewhere. Oh, I also need to finish that report on comparing revolutions, too. It's terribly boring. I hate citing; it makes the whole thing a burden. Revolutions are interesting, but not when they're names and dates and skirmishes on the battlefield. I like the plain straight-up cause and whether it was achieved and how. The intent.
Good intentions pave the road to Hell. In so many ways, I'm bound for there already. Then again, maybe I'm not at all. Maybe none of us are. That's a cool thought. What if there is no Hell? How about reincarnation? What if there's NOTHING?
I don't like that thought.
Hmm . . . I've thought of this stuff over and over again, and yet it's so nice to go over it again, in this new blank journal, so empty and ready to be filled. Though I reckon I'll repeat myself in it over and over again, as I always do.
