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I was going to title it "Eat, Pray, Love". But I only did two and then it wouldn't make any sense anymore.

So, anyway, this was my Turning Twenty-One weekend and it was full of love and food. I had a Japanese buffet and a Japanese dinner (and ramen come to think of it), this orgasmic chocolate plus toffee thingum, one chocolate birthday cake and one tiramisu birthday tart. And I was in the company of very awesome people who made me very happy. Oh! And I finally went to the Valentino exhibit. (Yay)

I feel like I'm supposed to have this long reflective post. But I simply can't. Haven't done enough. Well, that's an understatement. Haven't done anything. I've really only done one thing my entire life: Be a student. And all I can say is (and if you know me, you will already know this), it has been very painful but very rewarding for me ultimately.

My life is still unlived. All I have are thank yous, debts really. I owe so many people so much. To my parents, for (really) making me the person that I am. To my siblings, for growing up with me. To my teachers, for making me the student that I am. To my friends , for the friendship ( I really can't think of a more encompassing way to put it. I'm a bit choked about this... expressing thing sometimes.) To my boyfriend, for everything. (The earrings are second. You are the best birthday present yet.)

Check back in 9 years? Haha. Maybe all I have then will still be thank yous.

First song on the radio this morning:
"The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day"

I know it's a bit strange, but a part of me can't wait to be 60. To have so many memories and experiences. To have bloody lived. 39 years to go!


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