Me Me Me

I don’t think I mentioned my joint birthday celebration with the people I currently study alongside. I had great fun. The venue was Las Iguanas, Waterloo. The conversation ranged from study to absurd, as I’m sure you’re fully able to imagine.

A girl in my class and I share birthday’s within a couple of weeks of each other you see. The food in that place is delicious, I would highly recommend it; even if South American/Spanish cuisine doesn’t feature highly on your list of edible priorities.

And then I was at home over the weekend for yet another birthday celebration. I seemed to eat a lot alongside contemplating my fate, what with the exams looming in the not so very distant future. Tonight I’m going my Christianity Exploration evening and for the first time I think I may just ask JC for a push in the right direction.

I received a complete collectors edition of Six Feet Under. What was I? Extremely impressed on the verge of tears, almost. To say it was the best thing I’ve ever seen on television might be an understatement, though it strikes me as rather odd and silly that so many people are so very clueless as to the weird grace of this programme. Needless to say, if any of you have ever seen it, I’m sure you’ll agree with me that it’s an essential dietary requirement for the classy coach potato. Superlative acting, huge doses of black humour and from the makers of American Beauty (aka perfection). And all this drivel about perfection being relative…whatever.

You know the thing I most like about Birthdays is that for once in your life you celebrate yourself. When else do people cancel their plans so that they can congratulate you on your birth? In my experience, not very often. When you marry you celebrate your half of the marriage and your partner. When you have a child, you celebrate the child and when you die..well, you die, so who cares? Being the necessarily selfish bugger that I am, it strikes me that if I don’t big up individual greed, nobody else will.

Did I mention how much money I received? Enough to buy a funkay leather jacket. And all of a sudden the boy band look was complete.

Amen indeed.