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[hathycol]

I don't like my birthday. It has traditionally been a day of pain and woe and emo, with the occasional exciting moments of being legal to do stuff. My last few birthdays have been not so bad. Saying that, I cried all the way into work on my eighteenth because I was on the tail-end of a break-up (my own fault, but still) and my lack of text messages made me convinced that I HAD NO FRIENDS and I was eighteen and I had to CLEAN TOILETS and ALL WAS WOE AND PAIN. The day improved, marginally, as I ended up having a sort of three-day drinking fest and went to Iona's and stuff, but it began badly. Nineteenth was fun, though.

Having a birthday in August means everyone is either away or just forgets. It's okay being in school for your birthday, as people remember it and aren't, you know, in Spain for three years running or alternatively it's not just you and your family in a caravan whilst it rains. I like other people's birthdays. I like buying presents and stuff and having the parties and other things of goodness.

Anyway. Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday. I am ANCIENT. I know, I know, I work with people more than four times my age (and sometimes more than five times my age) and that this is totally not the end at all, but twenty just seems like a scary number of finality, the end of my halycon years of rebellion and madness and...

Wait, I had no years of rebellion and madness. Oh, god. I ONLY HAVE ELEVEN HOURS OF REBELLION AND MADNESS LEFT. SO MANY YEARS, WASTED!

Er, yes. Tomorrow Simon is going to Surprise Me, which is causing me no small amount of anxiety because I can be a bit of a control freak sometimes. I'm sure it will be fun, whatever the hell it is. I will, er, maybe be offline this weekend? Who knows.

I need to go and get ready for work. It's going to be really hard enjoying my last eleven hours of rebellion and madness whilst seven of them consist of being on shift and caring for the elderly. One of whom, by the way, asked me today why he wasn't getting any rent for all these people living in his house. Oh well. At least tomorrow represents my first birthday where I've not been a. working, b. panicking about exam results or c. both.

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[elentari-valie.livejournal.com]

I had a boyfriend whose birthday was on the 9/11 too. We worked together (so everybody knew one another as well as can be hoped) but even so people were streaming by with buttons on their shirts and stuff, and we were talking about it, and then a friend of his (also mine, but mostly his) mentioned it was BF's birthday. I was like, what??? How come you don't tell your Girlfriend it's your birthday????

He was weird, though, so I didnt take it personally. Cute, but weird. It kind of evened out. ;P

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Okay, I take back my complaining. That is a bad birthday right there.

I WILL REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY. Honest!

[shoe--gal.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday for tomorrow! Don't worry about reaching 20 - save the panic for when you can see 30 looming!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, 30 is even worse! Think I'll concentrate on 21. :-) And thank you!

[elentari-valie.livejournal.com]

On that note, here's to hoping your twentieth b-day will be a nice one. Plenty of fun stuff, good vibes, and energy with which to do said good stuff (and all future ones, as twenty is, very much, just the beginning of it.

Just think - from then on you can do what you want (always minding that you'll also deal with the consequences of it, bah) without it being called rebellion. Honest! No one will be second minding to see what cause X or Y behavior - you can just go for it. That kinda compensates for the whole one years older side, doesn't it?

Hugs and Love
Sheyla

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[cedara]

Ha, I'm twice your age! ;-P

I wish you a perfect day, with lovely surprises, people inviting you for a coffee (or tea) and someone surprising you with cake!

*knocks on wood*

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I had no cake, but that's okay. I did have both tea and a wonderful surprise!

Thank you.

[aelie-baby.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday!!! I can totally understand about the people always forgetting. My birthday is mid-July which is the American equivalent of mid-August. And the fun doesn't stop at 20! Hell, for me (just turned 21), the party's just starting. :P

Hope your day is amazing!!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

See, 21 is a good age. 21 I want to happen!

Day was amazing indeed. Thank you!

[javelin-deano.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you can rely on Simon to perk things up for you.
Have a great day. :)

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[moralanqua.livejournal.com]

Happy Belated Birthday!

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[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

You can't have your birthday till you see me. I refuse to let you. And then there will be cake, cake which you and I can eat like civilised people.

Also I refuse to believe an August birthday is worse than a December birthday. Particularly my particular date. Joint presents, anyone? Joint parties?

much love
xx