Hopefully within the next few weeks, things will actually go my way. Fingers crossed for some good news.
Well, it's been a good day. I went out for lunch at the sushi place by where I used to live with my mother and my aunts Sue and Stacy. It was nice. I don't get to see them all that often, even though we literally live eight minutes away from my aunt Sue. With her illness, she has a lot of not so great days, so it's hard for us to all get together like this. I enjoy these moments though. Be it a simple lunch, or seeing a movie with them. My family is my rock, they always have been, and much more so now that I'm getting older and really know how to appriciate the time I get with them.
I only wish I had this kind of appriciation when my Nana was still alive. Maybe then I wouldn't have bitched so much about having to go to Yuma twice a year...
My mom texted me asking if I wanted to go to Sea World on the 9th. It's her company picnic. I said sure. I honestly can't remember the last time I went to Sea World. I mean, we did a family vacation in San Diego maybe ten or eleven years ago, but I don't think we got around to going to Sea World or anything. So, it'll probably just be me and my mom, I asked about Lucas and she said Liz wasn't into the idea. Honestly, I think the kid would enjoy it, but whatever. It'll be nice to go down for a day, enjoy San Diego and the park.
The astronomy section on Cancer's other site, Way Universe, has the geek in me all giddy. I love space. I love learning about stars and planets, black holes fascinate me to no end, and just, the cosmos, the mystery and the beauty of it all, I'm a total space nerd. I've only browsed the site a little, but I'm intrigued. Signed up via Facebook and I'm going to give it a good look during my downtime.
I couldn't help it. It's a compulsion to fix the spelling of those who try to be rude. If you're going to insult someone, or say things that aren't pleasant, make sure you spell said insults correctly. You just look a fool otherwise.
But hey, at least she didn't call me ugly, right?
Despite not having a very good day, my birthday wasn't all bad. My mother took me out for dinner, which was nice. She was willing to buy me a cake, but we got done so late, no bakeries were open, so I got a box cake instead that I'll have to make tomorrow. My brother sent me a picture of my nephew, saying that he was wishing me a happy birthday. That really made me smile. That kid has such a hold on me. But yeah... It wasn't a fantastic day, I would have loved to be able to spend some time with Joe, but that wasn't possible, and I'm still feeling kind of sick, so yeah. This is just what I should expect from birthdays, nothing too horrible, but nothing that's really great. Mediocre, at best. But, I guess that comes with getting older.
I know this shouldn't bother me, but it does. The only people in my actual family to wish me a happy birthday were my parents and my sister-in-law. That's it. Not one cousin, not one aunt or uncle. Fuck, I'd settle for a shout out on Facebook, where it actually reminds you that it's someone's birthday at this point. I don't know... Am I being stupid? Is it silly to think like this, to be upset by it? The important people said it, Joe, Liz, my mom and dad. I know better than to expect anything from my brother. But, fuck man, I feel like no one even cares.
This is why I hate my birthday. Why I never want to acknowledge it. Why, if I could, I'd skip from the 9th to the 11th.
I went to bed at around 7 last night because I felt like garbage. Wake up at half past midnight, feeling the same. Happy birthday to me...
I'm going to be 31 come Friday. I'm not excited. With all the things I've been having to deal with, I feel like my birthday is going to be as uneventful and as disappointing as every birthday has been since turning 18. I really just want it to be over already.
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