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3 09 pm pst [ twenty-two ] You say it's your birthday. I started off the day with my pile of e-mail and catching up on some internet projects. Then, for some unknown reason, I looked up other online diarist who share my birthday and I e-mailed all five a Happy Birthday! message. One of the e-mails didn't go through, and one of the people whote me back and thanked me for making them smile. Can I count that as my good deed for the day? I'm 22, and while I did run around the house yesterday annoying Matthew's roommates by randomly announcing how many hours it was until my birthday, I finally understand why some people don't get excited about their b-days. When you are younger, you are looking forward to something, and there are all of the important dates: 10 (double digits!), 13, 16, 18, 21. But at 22, you're not looking forward to an age anymore (unless you are awaiting 35 so you can run for president). I think a lot of people would be pleased as punch to hover at 22 for a decade or so. I look forward to getting older, especially because I look so stinking young, but I am not looking forward to a specific age. I'm just excited about putting more wisdom and experience under my belt*. So I am here alone at my beau's house in Berkeley not knowing what I'm doing or even what state I am going to be in from month to month. This life of mine is an exciting adventure, and I am looking forward to a whole 'nother year of it. * "... under my belt" is a common expression, but I wanted to point out that I don't even wear a belt -- ever. I don't currently own any, though I made a small effort to aquire a few vegan belts while I was in college. I like the idea of belts as an accessory, but I never make them part of my outfits... 5 50 pm pst [ gifts ]
This birthday is turning out to be quite delicious. I have recevied a small flood of birthday wishes and cards today, which have warmed my heart. Jolene delighted me with an online card which arrived immediately after midnight, and I got lovely birthday wishes from a reader named Clark as well as my mother's boyfriend. My favorite (if I am allowed to have one) was a gift from a reader who has never contacted me before. The gift was something I have never received before, but something which was perfect for me: a list. It was waiting for me when I got out of the shower and it made my giggle. And now, from the fingers of Foster straight to you:
(based, of course, on her diary):
9. Young 8. Frank 7. Secure 6. Thoughtful 5. Unguarded 4. Bright 3. Attractive 2. Indulged 1. Enchanting
In addition, I found a very flattering reveiw of my site in Catherine's wonderful weblog*. Also, on 4 Dec. 1999, a woman named Rachel wrote to me that I had inspired her to start her own online journal.
Now I'm thinking I should have called this entry: [ a girl and her camera ]. Yes, I like to have the camera showing. Yes I like to take pictures in the mirror instead of pointing the cemera at myself. Yes, i like to do series of similar images. Yes, I will try to be more creative and varied as I contnue to flood my site with pictures. And look for my [still unnamed] special audio-visual section coming soon. |
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