Happy birthday to you from Elmo!
(and L too!)
(PS. How funny is it that it was created by "macksexy creations"?!)
(PS. How funny is it that it was created by "macksexy creations"?!)
Monday, October 29, 2012
reflections on age
this was my last weekend as a teenager, it was done right. i usually wouldn't call high levels of intoxication right, but in this case it definitely was perfect. maybe i didn't do all the school work i should have done, but i spent the weekend with incredible friends who i don't spend enough time with or ever eat this much cake with.
my favorite thing a friend said during our late nights was:"whoa, we're all in tight clothes and drinking out of test tubes, i feel like we're at a state school, " when we were getting dressed to go to a swing dance and taking shots out of plastic technicolored tubes. another great thing i heard was when a stranger complimented me in saying "you're adorable and you have a great laugh, you'd make a perfect high buddy."
i got this horoscope a few months ago and i wrote down the questions it presented because they seemed like a useful new-years self-reflection task. birthdays are kind of like new years day. these are just some good things to think:
What would you like to leave behind from the past 12 months? What has prevented you from living up to your highest standards and being your very best self? What would you love to bring with you into the next 12 months? Who served as a teacher for you in the past year? Were you a teacher for anyone? Is there anyone you need to forgive? How will you go about forgiving?
i always feel weird about birthdays and the attention and special treatment that comes with them. i'm fine celebrating others' birthdays; not so much my own. the most apt quote that always comes to mind is Andrea Gibson's "We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday."
let it be known that i spent my last hours as a 19 yr old with a few friends in a 24 hour pancake and steak house, eating the most delicious pancakes that have existed as we thought of ways i would remember the end of my teenage years. of course, i came back and filled my absentee voting ballot, listened to drake and elliott smith, seriously considering the questions
do you love this shit?
are you high right now?
do you ever get nervous?
are you single?
i heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
you getting money? you think them niggas you with is with you?
and then decided to write a blog post about it.
Teenage Years,
you've been a struggle, a mystery, a grand blessing. i wonder if i can think of one thing for each year.
13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19. they all blur together in a spectrum of embarrassing/awkward moments of self-loathing to incredible highs of love and [com]passion for everyone, everything, specific people. i've had some highs and lows, here's to more of that in my twenties and beyond.
laissez les bons temps rouler.
♥ A
my favorite thing a friend said during our late nights was:"whoa, we're all in tight clothes and drinking out of test tubes, i feel like we're at a state school, " when we were getting dressed to go to a swing dance and taking shots out of plastic technicolored tubes. another great thing i heard was when a stranger complimented me in saying "you're adorable and you have a great laugh, you'd make a perfect high buddy."
i got this horoscope a few months ago and i wrote down the questions it presented because they seemed like a useful new-years self-reflection task. birthdays are kind of like new years day. these are just some good things to think:
What would you like to leave behind from the past 12 months? What has prevented you from living up to your highest standards and being your very best self? What would you love to bring with you into the next 12 months? Who served as a teacher for you in the past year? Were you a teacher for anyone? Is there anyone you need to forgive? How will you go about forgiving?
i always feel weird about birthdays and the attention and special treatment that comes with them. i'm fine celebrating others' birthdays; not so much my own. the most apt quote that always comes to mind is Andrea Gibson's "We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday."
let it be known that i spent my last hours as a 19 yr old with a few friends in a 24 hour pancake and steak house, eating the most delicious pancakes that have existed as we thought of ways i would remember the end of my teenage years. of course, i came back and filled my absentee voting ballot, listened to drake and elliott smith, seriously considering the questions
do you love this shit?
are you high right now?
do you ever get nervous?
are you single?
i heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
you getting money? you think them niggas you with is with you?
and then decided to write a blog post about it.
Teenage Years,
you've been a struggle, a mystery, a grand blessing. i wonder if i can think of one thing for each year.
13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19. they all blur together in a spectrum of embarrassing/awkward moments of self-loathing to incredible highs of love and [com]passion for everyone, everything, specific people. i've had some highs and lows, here's to more of that in my twenties and beyond.
laissez les bons temps rouler.
♥ A
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