Tomorrow’s the big day
So - tomorrow is the big day. Day 1 of my classes. Well, kind of day 1. I have to rearrange my timetable again so that I can work a little on one day of the week. I’m not sure that I can, so I’ve been told to turn up to a tutorial tomorrow and see what happens.
I’ve spent the afternoon auntying and that’s been very fun. It’s my birthday soon and it struck me today that the A family doesn’t really consider that a big day on their calender. I schlep to various dinners and parties and such for their birthdays but mine will pass without celebration… and the same is said of my family. My dad will call, my sister will call, and that’s about it. And yes that makes me sad, even though I am going to be 27 this year and some may say that I really should be over things like birthdays. But I think that I’ll never get over the fact that it’s the one day of the year that’s kind of MINE, MINE, MINE and I want people to make a fuss out of me. Hell, I’m about to start to learn about the fuss associated with people’s true birth day, so maybe that’s why it’s my calling.
I’ll have to buy something fantastic for myself instead I think. New watch? New wallet? Crumpler bag (oooh maybe not at > $200 for that one!)? I’m not sure yet!!
