Closer to 30
I'm getting out of my house today. It should be a good time. I think we're going to see V for Vendetta and then popping into my student's house to have some birthday cake. It's his birthday...and mine soon, too. I'm gonna be 25.
I keep changing the 'oldest age in the entire world' standard. First, I thought it was 100, of course, but then I became sensible. There is nothing older than 22 because it's all downhill after 21. But, you see, it's really 25 that does it to you. I am closer to 30 than 20 everyday after my 25th birthday. And for now, I can't handle inching closer to 30. 30?!? Sweet MOTHER OF GOD! Where have I been?
Anyway, as I come to terms with it, I might as well eat cake. Especially if it isn't my own.
posted by macaroon at 8:13 AM
14 Comments:
Mmmmmm Lola and frosting.
I think I love you, J. Thanks for that.
When I turned 25 (one day shy of two months ago), I think I was seriously going through a quarter-life crisis. I don't think the dust has quite settled yet, but everything is turning out goddamned perfectly. I'll have to write a blog about it. I gots lots to say about that one.
Oh, and V For Vendetta ... the critics bashed it a bit, but I thought it was a great movie. There was lots of heavy stuff going on in that movie.
Peace, Love, Dope!
~ryan
25 is young. Very young. I would give my left testacle to be 25 again!
Gimmee both and you've got yourself a deal, HL.
I am 30...On the money and will hit 31 flavors in just a few monrths. I was supposed to go skydiving on my 30th B-Day but I was driving in my cab on the 16th which is my fathers B-Day and suddenly my appendix burst...Yeah, it was the the most pain I've ever felt in my life. Needless to say I didn't make the skydiving date, but I do seem to feel like a kid again most of the time...
30 is good it makes you stop and smell the roses...
Boy, I can really confuse with these comments, maybe I am getting old...Save yourself lola...
One time on my birthday, my dog had to be put down.
The day before my birthday is historically rough for me, too. One time, my truck was totalled by an "undocumented alien" with no insurance, no registration, and several empty vodka bottles in the seat next to him. He got away. On foot. In the middle of a prairie. Even though there were helicopters...and police dogs.
And then one time, my dad died.
I don't like my birthday.
I had a dream several years before my 30th that I was going to die on my fathers B-Day just before mine which is on the 20th of August and I almost did...I have been clinically dead more than once and keep coming back, who knew...?
I am sorry for your father but in a strange way I feel he has a huge influence in your life even now...
i think i luv you lola
what a beautiful girl...sigh
oh and u can jusss call me granny...xxx
Happy Birthday, Lola! And you know, the 30s ain't so bad. A woman's at her sexual peak, you know!
The day after my 25th b day i found out i was pregnant...a third time! Then got to work only to be fired and (car was broken down) have to walk home...ugh...so yeah, 25th birthdays can really BLOW!
That was almost 3 years ago now, so I'd rather NOT think about how close 30 is for me...on the up side...more people will listen to me now that i am getting...more mature ;)
A very Merry UnBirthday to you!
The good thing about 25 is that your car insurance rate will drop quite a bit. Happy (probably belated) birthday!
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