Wednesday, May 24, 2006

One day left

My birthday is tomorrow. As it approaches, the dread of the big 3-0 decreases. However, my depression about it increases. I guess I built it up for so long (About 6 years or so) the fact that it means so little is disillusioning. In preparing for the horror of 30, I neglected to prepare for the mundaneness of it. The fact that it means so little except that I've managed not to be killed before now. Yay, me.
What do I have going on for me? I have a career, a house, a mortgage, a car, a dog (or 4), a computer, TV, etc. I have siblings, a parent, some decent friends. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
I'm not sure what I was expecting. A deep apathy for the fact I'm alive wasn't it.

14 comments:

  1. Tonight is the American Idol Final!

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  2. Hmm, not sure how to follow that up . . .

    Mine's a month from today. Tell me what happens.

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  3. So, you've been dreading 30 ever since Ky started rounding your age up to 30? At 24?

    Let's blame Ky.

    And I'm going to start the process of singing it now: "Haaaaaaaappy..."

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  4. I think this occasion calls for some Arrogant Worms (I know, I know...you're all thinking, "What occasion DOESN'T call for Arrogant Worms!?):
    Once a year we celebrate,
    With stupid hats and plastic plates,
    The fact that you were able to make
    Another trip around the sun.
    And the whole clan gathers round,
    And gifts and laughter do abound.
    And we let out a joyful sound
    And sing that stupid song.

    Happy birthday!
    Now you're one year older.
    Happy birthday!
    Your life still isn't over.
    Happy birthday!
    You did not accomplish much.
    But you didn't die this year, I guess that's good enough.

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  5. So let's drink to your fading health,
    And hope you don't remind yourself,
    Your chance of finding fame and wealth,
    Decrease with every year.
    Does it feel you're doing laps,
    And eating food and taking naps,
    And hoping that someday perhaps
    Your life may hold some cheer.

    Happy birthday!
    What have you done that matters?
    Happy birthday!
    You're starting to get fatter.
    Happy birthday!
    It's downhill from now on.
    Try not to remind yourself your best years are all gone.

    If cryogenics were all free,
    Then you could live like Walt Disney
    And live for all eternity,
    inside a block of ice.
    But instead your time is set.
    This is the only life you get.
    And though it hasn't ended yet,
    Sometimes you wish it might.

    Happy birthday!
    You wish you had more money.
    Happy birthday!
    Your life s so sad it s funny.
    Happy birthday!
    How much more can you take?
    But your friends are hungry, so just cut the stupid cake.

    Happy birthday!
    Happy birthday!
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
    Dear...Ralph! Bill! Skippy, the bush kangaroo! and, of course...Bronwyn!

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  6. anonymous: Julia H is that you again? Are you that excited about AI? Sick.

    Roger: I will let you know how it goes. The loss of our youth. Bah.

    QoWP and Ky: It so was Ky's fault. The rounding up at 24 did it.

    Matt: that was an excellent use of Arrogant Worms

    Conclusion: You are all nuts

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  7. Ha! Didn't mean to insult you, Julia!! There is also another Julia H (I didn't realize your last initial was the same) from Edmonton who skulks on here and leaves "anonymous" comments. It was her I was accusing!!

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  8. Hahaha. As in Julia H that used to be Julia W? And who I think would get along with our Julia H Phd here, who used to be Julia L? And who are both from BC?

    I've just confused myself.

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  9. I very much doubt it was that Julia, as we live practically on top of each other, and she has not been watching AI.

    I so feel in the know.

    Except that I don't know who the AI fan is either.

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  10. Ooh! And...

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

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  11. "thdaaaaaaaaaaaaay toooooooooo..."

    Jen lives on top of Julia?

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  12. That's what I was thinking. Does her husband know about this?

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  13. PRACTICALLY.

    So we live ten feet apart. Big whoop.

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