Getting Older...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tomorrow I am turning 24. I cringe when I say it. I think about getting older – looking older with gray hair and winkles and veiny (is that even a word?) hands and then I think how much wiser I will be, or how amazing it would be to have achieved my goals or even perhaps looking like Meryl Streep from the Devil Wears Prada. I want to age gracefully. I am obviously exaggerating with the whole looking older – I am only turning 24. This morning I woke up and noticed how young I look. So that’s a plus. I am sure when I will wear my birthday dress tomorrow I will look in the mirror and cry with pity.
I’ve got a couple of parties here and there. This week and next week. I must know a lot of Gemini peeps. I have to make a casual appearance to two of them – 20 min max. BUT as far as personal parties – nothing planned. Hopefully no one will surprise me with some extravagant party like last year. This year I am actually not in the mood for any celebration. Party Pooper title gladly taken here with no shame.
All I really want to do is go sailing. I want to learn how to sail this year – really. I love water, I love boats, I love that rocking feeling when you are on a boat, I love the smell of the ocean and seeing the sunset on the horizon. Back in HS I dated a trust fund guy who owned a sailboat and he would sail for weeks at a time along the coastline. I thought he was the coolest person on earth. Yes-I dated a boy in H.S., I even went to the prom with him – because I couldn’t bring a girl (although I probably wouldn’t have asked a girl to accompany me) and plus he was my BFF and still is. We both went to different Schools – I was in NYC and he went overseas to some Italian boarding school (I wont give you his name – but here is a clue – His family make a very very very pricey Italian sports car) So we rarely saw each other and it was more of a friendship thing than anything. He was the first kid I knew who had a black Amex. My parents don’t even have that!!! Anyway – he is a cutie with a sailboat. I envy him. He is also the kind of guy who is just too suave…and all the girls (he only dates models now) fall instantly for him not because he has money or his last name (if you saw him on the street, you wouldn’t know he had money) but because he is a good-looking guy.
But anyway…big 2-4 tomorrow. Nothing to worry about I guess. When I turn 25 then I’ll start to worry and cry about being a quarter of a century old.
I’ve got a couple of parties here and there. This week and next week. I must know a lot of Gemini peeps. I have to make a casual appearance to two of them – 20 min max. BUT as far as personal parties – nothing planned. Hopefully no one will surprise me with some extravagant party like last year. This year I am actually not in the mood for any celebration. Party Pooper title gladly taken here with no shame.
All I really want to do is go sailing. I want to learn how to sail this year – really. I love water, I love boats, I love that rocking feeling when you are on a boat, I love the smell of the ocean and seeing the sunset on the horizon. Back in HS I dated a trust fund guy who owned a sailboat and he would sail for weeks at a time along the coastline. I thought he was the coolest person on earth. Yes-I dated a boy in H.S., I even went to the prom with him – because I couldn’t bring a girl (although I probably wouldn’t have asked a girl to accompany me) and plus he was my BFF and still is. We both went to different Schools – I was in NYC and he went overseas to some Italian boarding school (I wont give you his name – but here is a clue – His family make a very very very pricey Italian sports car) So we rarely saw each other and it was more of a friendship thing than anything. He was the first kid I knew who had a black Amex. My parents don’t even have that!!! Anyway – he is a cutie with a sailboat. I envy him. He is also the kind of guy who is just too suave…and all the girls (he only dates models now) fall instantly for him not because he has money or his last name (if you saw him on the street, you wouldn’t know he had money) but because he is a good-looking guy.
But anyway…big 2-4 tomorrow. Nothing to worry about I guess. When I turn 25 then I’ll start to worry and cry about being a quarter of a century old.
old indeed.
omg TWENTY FOUR! happy birthday from the OTHER SIDE OF THIRTY!
thanks cawfeeguy!!!
anon- Geez thanks. But i am sure you dont mean it. ;)