The Big 2-0!
AS OF LAST Wednesday, I am officially twenty years old! So, congratulations to me for not being dead yet. There are many things to commemorate with this, so I'll try and touch on all of them right now.Firstly (and I'm starting off with this not because it's the most important but, on the contrary, because it is not the most important), the title for my age no longer ends with "teen." This treachery began on May 16, 2000 when I became thirteen years old. I believe I got Super Smash Bros for the Nintendo 64, but I'm not quite sure. Anyway, ever since that day I have been a "teenager." And I distinctly remember how much I wanted that, so much so that the entire year that I was twelve I demanded proper recognition as a "pre-teen" simply because, although a demotion from actual teenager, "pre-teen" still had "teen" in the title, which was enough for me. However, since that time I have realized that it is not a persons age that determines how they are treated in society, but rather their maturity and wit; we can call this the "mental age." Of course, mental age is difficult -- if not downright impossible -- to determine on me. I'm very smart, gifted with above-average verbal and problem solving skills, which makes my mental age go up. On the other hand, I am also very childish, irresponsible and a serious procrastinator. For that, my numbers go down. In the end, I average out at (and you'd have guessed this if you did the math) my own exact age. I'm perfectly balanced between my real and mental ages. I suppose this is a good thing.
Secondly, I am once again divisible by ten, which has occurred only one other time in my life, and at that time I really didn't care enough to appreciate the matter properly.
Thirdly, this is the first birthday I've had in over three years during which time I've had a ladyfriend...and I mean a good ladyfriend. I've been with this one for almost eight months now; her name will be known by you as Izzie, and I very much like her. She makes me smile and I make her smile. We swell up each other with that sweet fragrance of love, and she knows me better than anyone else. So, she's knows exactly what to get me, because she knows what symbolizes me on the deepest of levels; on this subject she rarely goes sour. For my birthday, she got me I, Robot the movie, a new cane that in reality sheaths a very sharp blade about one foot in length, a dinner at Red Lobster followed by experimental lovin', and a trip to a magic shop where I bought a book on rubber band magic. My favorite is the cane, and for getting it for me after I lost mine when I first met her, well, I give her major props. If you're reading this, Izzie, I love you.
My brothers went in together and bought me my first cell phone, along with several months worth of coverage. It's a camera-phone, which I didn't really care for before hand but now have fallen deeply in love with. I'm happy with it, but have sworn not to become a douche bag with it. I promise.
And, last but not least, my mother bought me an i-pod look-alike. It's called a GoGear, and I like it for the fact that it does everything an i-pod does, but is Windows oriented and costs a fraction of the price. It holds up to 1800 songs, 3600 photos, twelve hours of video and has a radio and high quality voice recorder. It currently contains the entire Beatles discography, Ray Charles, Pink Floyd, Cake, my own personal "best of" Queen, Rufus Wainwright, and my father's album from the seventies (I've named it Kristi in the Morning, although it really has no title).
Well, that's all I have time for right now. Frequency is almost done, and as of right now is considered by me one of my favorite stories I've ever done. In short, I had a great birthday -- probably the best one ever -- and I'm high on life for however long it lasts. You know...never been better.
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