If you know me at all you will know that I just cannot sleep the night before my birthday; tonight is no different. I’m like a little child, heart-beating, unable to close my eyes. I toss and turn in anticipation for what I know will be a lovely day.
Because how could it not be? Everyone is nice to you on your birthday. You get kind words, kisses, hugs, gifts, good food, and best of all, attention. This birthday is going to be different than all the ones I’ve had before it, though, because I’ll be at school college, which I’m way excited for. Being home for Spring break has been nice in its own ways—even though moving was a bitch—but I am so ready to go back. I really feel the most at home at school at this point. Even though tomorrow, err today, is the first day of Spring quarter, I can’t wait to go back because I miss everyone so much. I miss my boyfriend, my roommates, my bros, and my fellow architects-in-training. I miss the regularity of daily life. I miss being able to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want.
But since I’m awake and have nothing better to do, I’ll tell you a bit about my week at home. My last final was Thursday of last last week, so I went home mid-Friday. It was sad to leave everyone, especially because we had to say farewell to Kyle’s roommate Bryce, since he won’t be coming back to school tomorrow, err today, or ever actually. It will be interesting to see if their room will still be the “party room” since Bryce took the flat screen and xbox with him. I am secretly rooting for it not to be. Kyle needs less excitement so he can get more work done this quarter…but enough of me and my silly maternalness.
Saturday night Austin was in town with his new boyfriend and his brother, so naturally there was a t4l reunion dinner, held at Guppy House, followed by Cha for Tea…what else? Let me just say that I’ve had boba four times while I’ve been home—a personal record for a 10-day time span.
The next few days were dedicated to packing the house for the move, an aggravating task. Caroline didn’t help at all because she was busy with school and drum line, but what else is new? It’s not really her fault, though. My parents are so happy that I was here to help, which is nice. I feel quite grown up in this way. I did a lot of work, and never really felt compelled to complain. I guess my attitude towards working long hours has changed since I started architecture school. And I guess that’s why being up so late right now isn’t bothering me that much, either.
Anyway, I did get to see friends in between the moving, including Eric, Cilla, & co. I often think about how lucky I am to have such a good friend as Eric. He is one of the overall best people I know. So kind, so smart, so willful, so motivated. I also got to spend some time with Teiko and JJ, my high school best friends. I love how when we get together it’s as if we haven’t been separated by many months and miles. It’s hard keeping up with us all three going to different schools, but I love them so much and hope we stay friends forever. Awww, so sappy. But really, they are wonderful people. I am surrounded with such great folks in my life.
Tonight I went out for an early birthday dinner with my parents and sister at Javier’s, followed by, what else, boba at Cha. Surprise. In retrospect, I should not have had so much caffeine, but honestly it probably didn’t make much difference. I can’t make my heart stop pounding.
Well, I’m pretty sure no one will read this, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t personally satisfying to write. And hell, it killed some time. Can it be morning now? ;)
“An ex-girlfriend once got upset when I told her that music is the most important thing in my life. It’s more important than anyone else could ever be. I don’t want to be overly dramatic and say it’s the only thing that gets me up and keeps me going. But people in your life come and go. As you go through your life, you make friendships, you break friendships, you have relationships. Music is the one thing I’ve always been able to rely on. So why wouldn’t it be the most important thing in my life?”—
It’s strange to think that in exactly a week from today I will turn 19. That’s fuckin’ old. It doesn’t make sense, especially considering that I spent my day today playing an old Harry Potter computer game I played a lot as a kid, assembling old lego sets, and eating brownies.