Every year of our adolescent lives we look forward to our birthday. Party, cake, presents; what more could one need, right?! Eventually, that annual celebration party stops happening. After last years birthday extravaganza my parents told me I was not having any more birthday parties. [Insert depressed Jen face here.] Growing up isn't working out like I thought it would...
For people who do not drink, it seems that after the age of eighteen everything just begins to roll downhill. Nineteen is just too close to twenty. Twenty means you have been around for two decades. Twenty-one...well, I don't enjoy alcohol. And it just keeps going and going. Well, the end of my teenage years are drawing nearer every day, and tomorrow begins the countdown to adulthood*.
I have somehow tricked my parents into allowing me to have a birthday party this year, and it makes growing up just a bit easier. Of course, I have waited until the last minute to make the preparations for said palooza. Subtracting the time I spent helping my mother at her home show today, I have been cleaning my bum off ALL day. Picking up, putting up, sweeping, sanitizing, dusting, scrubbing, organizing, weeding, vacuuming and making my tree house look presentable are among the many chores I have performed thus far. And I must clean still when I wake!
I've come to believe that anything that can go wrong, will. Of all the Great American Cookie Co. employees to take my cake order, I get the flakiest one; I fear for my cake. While putting my lovely Dr. Pepper-chocolate cupcakes (given to me by my dear friend Irene) into containers, I snagged my finger on the cardboard box and received a painful paper cut. My dear friend Irene could not get off of work to attend my party. I noticed that my 30 hard minutes of thoroughly vacuuming my patio had caused some sort of mishap in my blood flow and I am now sporting an enlarged blood vessel under my eye. And Mother Nature has once again decided that I need to "feel like a woman" on my birthday. The worst part? It is not even my birthday yet! Not for another hour and fifteen minutes. What shall tomorrow bring?
Thank goodness for Michael - who I am currently having a slumber party with - and Nikki and Briannah - whom shall be slumber partying with me tomorrow. Hopefully it shall turn out to be a joyous day. Though I wouldn't be surprised if only three people showed up.
*To me, you are not an adult until you are ready or until you turn twenty. EighTEEN. NineTEEN. Key word: teen. Still a child.
June 14, 2010
As an avid fan of the Potter phenomena, all I live to think about is Harry Potter and his wondrous world. So, naturally, my internet homepage is the World's #1 Harry Potter Site: Mugglenet. This allows me to be constantly updated on all the latest and hottest Potter news. Such as information about Rupert "Mr. Whippy" Grint and his ice cream truck full of 99's. Really, it is great stuff. I access the internet this morning to find this headline:
Potter director David Yates frontrunner to direct The Hobbit?
In this particular article they ask you, the reader, what you think about it. Well, I told them what I thought:
- I am insistent that Peter Jackson return to Middle Earth.
- And David-the-Potter-Film-Ruiner shouldn't be allowed near it.
A few people seemed to agree with me. I was pleased. I was not so pleased when my opinion was torn to pieces and stomped on by two boys in Mexico. Sure, if I don't want people to argue with me, don't post, I get it. But these boys took it to the next level. I tried to make it better and explain to them that the magic just isn't in the movies like it used to be. (That was my nice way of saying that I hate David Yates and that he destroyed the last two films.) Do they let it go? No.
They continue to call me a "book purist", "dumb" and that I "cant be considered a real HP fan". Insulting my loyalty to the magic that is Harry Potter is just. too. far. I was hurt and aggravated; but I decided the opinion of two idiot boys - who clearly have no idea who I am - has no affect on me. Plus, my faithful Facebook friends, as well as many other users on Mugglenet made me feel much better.
If you are interested in seeing the exact event, you can read the entire discussion here. I am the user Jengardium Leviosa. Clever, huh? And the boys that attacked me go by Sanmarpotter and Alvispotter. If I ever visit Mexico, those Muggles better be prepared. Though I do thank them for inspiring me to finally use my blog.