2003-01-22 - 8:08 pm
Even though Mom is right, you don't have to celebrate your birthday on your birthday, it still gets me down. Ten centimetres of snow tonight has kept me housebound which is great for the homework I wanted to get caught up on but I can't help feeling a little depressed. Maybe it's just PMS, "Just another thing to get over," or whatever. Or maybe I'm just thinking about being older and am unconsciously really torn up about it (or not).
My Nan Green sent up a beautiful quilt she handmade herself which must have taken her ages to complete and I'm taken aback by it. For some reason receiving a blanket from my grandmother seems like a really grown-up gift to get - just looking at it makes me think about having my own family. I hope it's the first of many quilts I acquire as I get older.
Dad gave me a new tv remote, Hollywood Knitting, and two movies, along with chocolate cigars (har har). Being my twenty-first birthday (a personal landmark of sorts, I suppose) my parents wanted to get me a piece of jewellery to commemorate it but opted for a gift certificate to Metalworks so I can pick out my own piece of pretty. If the weather isn't too shotty tomorrow I'll probably head down to Market Mall and pick out a nice ring to wear in the winter since my precious Labradorite doesn't fit December through March (my hands shrink in the winter causing jewellery bought in the summer months to fall off while making rapid hand gestures).
I'm trying very hard not to get in bed and be all "It's my party, I can cry if I want to" but you wouldn't believe how tempting it is. I wish I were back home eating pizza and Mary Browns with Meg, Bekah, and Amanda, having a Hugh Grant movie marathon and drinking too much booze. I wish Mom was here so things would feel normal for once. I wish Austin was here so I wouldn't have to be here alone. I wish, I wish, I wish...
ps: sorry, i've been neglected diaryland for other things lately. i'll get back into the habit soon.
