I was born at 4:02am 20 years ago (yes, I was obnoxious and trouble from the start--I just tell my parents that I'm the "interesting one"), which is kind of weird.
I mean, if I live to be 80, I'm a quarter done with my life. I don't know what I want to do with it. [In general] I can't stand small children, so I have no desire to marry for that reason. I adore men, but that's a rather selfish reason so marry. Besides, I don't have any prospects. A quite limiting factor, as these things go. :D
I need to decide what to do for a job. Something working with animals would be great. I need to take Cani* to the vet to get some shots when we get back from vacation--I think I'll ask about getting a job as a lackey. Basically I'd clean kennels and hold down the nasty spoiled little dogs getting their distemper shots. But hey, that would open me to the world of animal people (hopefully move me towards horse people). A job at a zoo or aquarium (I'd prefer the dolphins to the penguins, though) would be quite nice.
I desperately miss horses.**
Basically I'd need a job that let me pay the bills, save a bit, and have a nice little house or apartment that I'd share with a large dog with large teeth*** who enjoys spending nights on the couch with me watching "House" and "Stargate SG-1" reruns and drinking martinis. He must also enjoy long walks on the beach at dusk and swing dancing. Must be reformed. Lutherans, Anglicans, and Reformed Baptists must go through a screening process, but are not excluded. No, seriously, dogs have denominations--I knew a basset hound once who was incredibly stupid, smelly, and pooped in my yard. She (name of "Odie[ous]", if you care) displayed blatant [insert denomination of your choice] tendencies. :P
I wasn't thinking much about turning 20 (after all, it's only a year more than 19!), but I find myself suddenly wistful and contemplative. If I was capable of sentimentality about such things (growing up, I mean), I'd feel that too. Maybe I should try to be sentimental.
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No, it doesn't work. It just makes me cynical and want to go buy a handgun or something. Actually, I do want a handgun, they look nifty. I've never shot one before, though. Rifles and such, yes. Handguns, no. I think my grandfather wants to take us out to practice with some of his when we get back to SC. That'll be neat.
Also, is it incredibly weird to harbour [no-longer] secret crushes on one's uncles?
Also, David (my brother) has the same legs as one of these uncles. My mother was noticing it too, thankfully, so I don't feel so pervy about it.
On the Christmas line... my parents got me an iPod nano??!?? O_o
That one I did NOT see coming--at ALL.
It's so shiny and green and it's like a jewel, only better, because it plays music. ****
I'm rather tired now, and I miss my friends, so I'm going to bed.
Goodnight, world!
God bless.
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Happy birthday, dear.
*has never been so thankful for being smacked in the face in her life*
Many happy returns of the day!
Try to live past 80.
Don't despair, your knight will come once he gets out of prison for carrying around a sword without a permit.