Is That A Rocket in Your Pocket? (21-Year-Old Edition)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
I don’t know if there is any significance to my birthday’s falling on Grandparents Day this year, but in case there is, there, I said it. Happy Lolo and Lola Day.
I promised myself to bum around and haphazardly consume as much food as possible this weekend, and I’ve been pretty faithful so far. The Great Birthday Whatever actually started Friday night, when Javi and Marie reeled me in for a night of poker and tequila. I got pocket rockets early on in the game, my third pair of aces since I was sucked into the deliciously dark and dumb world of PokeHer.
The pocket rockets actually didn’t amount to much since I didn’t play them well, dagnemmet, but that’s okay.
Went to the Comm thesis plenary the next day with only a few hours of sleep. It would have been an ordeal either way, considering that the defense-ready draft has to be submitted in a couple of weeks and I will be all on my lonesome during the defense. I know almost everyone outside of Comm has to defend their theses solo too, but the fact remains that most of my coursemates have an advantage and that I will be very much aware of this once defense season kicks in. Thank god the lack of sleep was able to sedate me a bit.
This is the part where I chronologically list down the events that comprised my celebration of coming out of my mother’s vagina 21 years ago. The mandatory birthday blog post, if you will.
Woke up this morning pretty early.
Ate ensaimada and hot chocolate.
Mom came over with pan de coco (!!!) and coffee. (I swear to god, my idea of heaven involves a breakfast buffet consisting of various cheap Pinoy baked goodies, including lakas, the very questionable-looking, spongey, cakey thing with very questionable-looking shabu-white icing that Arkaye dared me to eat one morning. Like all questionable things, I was very wary of it at first but ended up liking it anyway. It wasn’t spectacular, even for something that cost 1.25, but it grew on me.)
Ate pan de coco (!!!) and coffee.
Received moolah and a really, really nice ukay shirt from Mom.
Received nice slippers from brothers.
Bummed around with the PC.
Went off to the mall with mom, grandparents and brothers for lunch.
Ate too much Thai.
Received the Sweetest Gift Ever from little brother Liam: a one-peso coin wrapped in two layers of tissue and signed “Happy Birthday Ate From Liam [smiley]” in pencil, which melted my puny liddle heart.
Went off to blow moolah on pirated CDs (Arctic Monkeys, Gnarls Barkley, a punk compilation, Panic! At the Disco and Hard-Fi), 5 tops, a pair of jeans and 2 books (The Best American Short Stories 2005 edited by Michael Chabon and this neat compilation of short fiction, novel excerpts, poetry and comic strips).
Went home.
Ate blueberry cheesecake.
Soundtripped.
Danced around with a full stomach.
Bummed around with the PC.
Is currently unwrapping a lollipop.
I’ll start crying over the consumed food and delayed schoolwork tomorrow. For now, however, I will continue to do squat. Yay for squat.
Happy birdie, baby.
posted by marguerite @ 7:02 PM
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