Your favorite birthday
Aug. 31st, 2010 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedusorDay 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
After the "favorite memory" entry, this one's not too tough to guess.
The day of my eighteenth birthday started at a Greyhound station in Sacramento with Mike, Liz, and Sarah, three people who have played important roles in my life. Sarah left about ten minutes after midnight, and the rest of us ended up in a police car before finally locating somewhere to sleep. I, of course, thought the police car trip was the best birthday present ever. (It is possible that I am secretly a three-year-old boy.) In the morning, we got on an Amtrak train that passed through the city where I was born and lived until I was thirteen, and I got to have a nice little symbolic moment of riding the train away from it. We ended the day in Dublin, where Jeanette made incredible vegan enchiladas for dinner. (You guys, these enchiladas were a freaking religious experience, I am telling you. Even Mike liked them, and this was back when chow mein was too exotic for his palate.) She also made a vegan cake for me, and we played Apples to Apples all evening.
Aside from the specifics of the day, there was of course the legal transition into adulthood. I've wanted to be an adult all my life; my grandmother used to tell her friends I was "nine going on thirty-seven." I have always hated being told to slow down and enjoy childhood. I haven't been an official adult for very long now, but so far, I'm 100% behind my former self on this one. Being a grownup is great. Yeah, it can be stressful and hard, but in that regard, it has nothing on being a kid.
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
After the "favorite memory" entry, this one's not too tough to guess.
The day of my eighteenth birthday started at a Greyhound station in Sacramento with Mike, Liz, and Sarah, three people who have played important roles in my life. Sarah left about ten minutes after midnight, and the rest of us ended up in a police car before finally locating somewhere to sleep. I, of course, thought the police car trip was the best birthday present ever. (It is possible that I am secretly a three-year-old boy.) In the morning, we got on an Amtrak train that passed through the city where I was born and lived until I was thirteen, and I got to have a nice little symbolic moment of riding the train away from it. We ended the day in Dublin, where Jeanette made incredible vegan enchiladas for dinner. (You guys, these enchiladas were a freaking religious experience, I am telling you. Even Mike liked them, and this was back when chow mein was too exotic for his palate.) She also made a vegan cake for me, and we played Apples to Apples all evening.
Aside from the specifics of the day, there was of course the legal transition into adulthood. I've wanted to be an adult all my life; my grandmother used to tell her friends I was "nine going on thirty-seven." I have always hated being told to slow down and enjoy childhood. I haven't been an official adult for very long now, but so far, I'm 100% behind my former self on this one. Being a grownup is great. Yeah, it can be stressful and hard, but in that regard, it has nothing on being a kid.
