My 25th birthday is tomorrow (WHOA) and it’s kind of hard to wrap my mind around that. The first half of my twenties were pretty spotty and now I’m halfway to 30 (again, WHOA). I wasted a lot of time being insecure and stuck in my head instead of enjoying the past five years the way I probably should have. At the risk of sounding like a played out, “reflective” birthday post, I’m optimistic that this year (and the ones to follow) will have a lot of good in store for me— even though I’m pretty sure that it is mostly up to me to make this happen.
For the next eight days or so, Miami will be invaded with a lot of this. Just one long week of European tourists and ravers holding on to the glory of 1998 while fist pumping to Tiesto and Paul Oakenfold*.
HOWEXCITING.
*: I actually enjoy a lot of music under the EDM umbrella (excluding those guys lol), just not this aspect associated with it.
I’ve been up since 3 A.M. working on two different assignments because I have yet to learn to the art of not putting things off. I know I always say I’m going to stop doing this, but seriously, I’m going to stop doing this.
There’s been a reported case of West Nile Virus in my county this past week. There are currently two giant ass mosquitos hovering around inside my class taunting me with disease.
Awesomeeee.
This is me after my hard drive crashed on Friday and I:
- had to pay $200 to purchase and install a new one
- had to spend two consecutive days hanging around the Genius Bar at the Apple Store
- finally got it back today only to discover that I did not back up anything of importance and now I’m left with a whole bunch of nothing
- also discovered that because of my laziness and general state of I-don’t-give-a-damn, I never updated the OS on my laptop and have been running on Tiger since 2007. You know what runs on Tiger now? FUCKING NOTHING.
Real life story: This music video inspired my outfit choice for the first day of sixth grade. Unfortunately, I looked like I was wearing a private school uniform and not as hip as I thought I would.
Funny, real-life [secondhand] story involving Eartha Kitt: Back in the early 1980s (think ‘81 or ‘82), my mom took my older brother to Thailand and they stayed at the same hotel as Eartha Kitt. Apparently, Eartha Kitt approached my brother and he was so incredibly freaked out by her that he began screaming and crying. According to my mom, my brother was an extremely personable baby. Like, he actually ventured off with strangers because he was so fond of any- and everyone. Everyone except Eartha Kitt, I guess.
When a professor mentions that they’re going to drop two or three of the lowest quiz grades at the end of the semester, my mind translates that into, “Oh, so I don’t have to start making an effort for another couple of classes? Cool.”
